Chapter 1533: 1533. I am a toad, you are swan meat
This question naturally reminded Harry Hall of that day when he watched helplessly as Gabriel Stevenson’s fruit knife stabbed into her heart. She lay in his arms, almost lost forever, and his heart felt as if it had been pierced by a sharp blade, his face turning pale with pain.
Helen Melendy didn’t know the situation. Seeing his expression suddenly become so ghastly, she casually asked, “Senior, what’s wrong?”
Hearing this distant address, and Helen Melendy’s eyes full of concern yet devoid of any affection, his heart was again pained.
He pulled out a faint white smile and shook his head, “Nothing.”
Elly Campbell knew Harry Hall was recalling the events of that day. At this moment, she couldn’t control her heartbeat as it accelerated, the scene vividly intruding her mind.
Her eyes were filled with that unsettling sight of blood.
Finally, in the bewildered gaze of Helen Melendy, she spoke first, forcing herself to recount what had happened to her that day, leaving Helen Melendy stunned once more.
Because she couldn’t remember the events of that time, Elly Campbell talked about how she almost got stabbed by a mentally ill person while saving her, sounding as if she were recounting someone else’s story, feeling no significant sensation.
Instead, it was another matter that left her dumbfounded.
She… was going to marry her idol?
Helen Melendy was entirely bewildered, akin to that kind of small fan silently admiring her idol, and suddenly one day someone tells her that her idol wants to marry her, she is overjoyed yet terrified it might just be a dream, easily shattered.
With her amnesia, she feels even more that this is just an illusion, always ready to burst, forcing her to face the real world.
She tried hard to digest and accept the truth Elly Campbell told her, but no matter how hard she tried, she felt this reality was too contradictory.
Harry Hall noticed her appearance, thinking she was frightened by the stabbing incident, feeling slightly distressed and concerned about her health, so he promptly asked:
“Helen, how do you feel now?”
Helen Melendy pursed her lips and frowned, her expression still complex. She looked at Harry Hall, and said:
“I feel like a toad who ate swan meat.”
Elly Campbell: “…”
Harry Hall: “…”
After Helen Melendy finished speaking, seeing Harry Hall’s thin lips lightly pressed, seemingly unhappy, thinking he had misunderstood her words, she quickly added—
“I mean I’m the toad, and you’re the swan meat.”
She saw Harry Hall’s face looking even more displeased.
She wondered what she had said wrong.
Harry Hall looked at the bewilderment in Helen Melendy’s eyes, his heart aching, yet he only lightly smiled, raised his hand, and rubbed her long hair. This time, Helen Melendy either didn’t realize or had grown accustomed to his actions, not avoiding.
This gave Harry Hall a reluctant sense of comfort.
“Don’t speak of yourself this way; you’re not a toad, and I’m not a swan — you’re my fiancée, my love.”
Being confessed to by her idol online like this made Helen Melendy’s ears hot, especially the way Harry Hall looked at her, filled with intense affection, which somehow made Helen Melendy’s subconscious fear.
She felt incapable of bearing such passionate affection.
She avoided his gaze, attempting to say something to alleviate this awkward and embarrassing atmosphere.
She thought and acted as such,
Seeing her dry chuckle, laughing twice, even though the smile seemed a bit forced, she persisted—