Chapter 1534: 1534. Dreaming every day about having babies for my idol.
"Hahaha, hehe, senior, what you said... it’s... it’s really embarrassing."
Elly Campbell: "..."
Even though she knew that Helen had forgotten about her past with Harry Hall, as a bystander who knew their romantic journey, Elly couldn’t help but twitch her lips slightly.
She knew that Harry Hall must be feeling bad right now. Even she could sense the awkwardness and nervousness in Helen’s words and actions, so Harry’s feelings must be even more apparent.
When Harry heard her awkwardly defuse the embarrassment his previous words had caused, his heart chilled a bit more, though he didn’t show it on his face.
He also knew that with him here, she must feel even more uneasy.
But he was unwilling to just leave like that.
"Senior, you must be busy, right? You should go handle your business. I’m fine here with the junior."
Before he even decided whether to leave, Helen had already spoken for him.
He looked at Helen’s eager eyes wanting him to leave, and the unease she tried so hard to conceal deep in her eyes. Harry’s lips tugged a little bitterly, and he hoarsely said, "Okay."
"Take care and rest well. I’ll come see you later."
Harry reluctantly glanced at her, of course noticing her visible relief at his agreement to leave.
Suppressing the gloom in his eyes, he opened the door and walked out.
As the door to the ward closed, Helen took a long breath, and the tense atmosphere that Harry created immediately vanished.
Watching Helen’s state, Elly felt even more sympathy for Harry.
She wasn’t clear on how they met; when she knew them, Helen and Harry had already broken up.
The past events were things she heard from Helen.
Helen said she had pursued Harry persistently, and it had been tough, even mocked by many.
So, even though she knew she was now Harry’s fiancée, she felt there was still a great distance between them.
Suddenly, for her, a god she could only look at from afar, one day stood in front of her and said she was his lover, his fiancée. If it were her, she would also be startled.
But recalling the lonely expression on Harry’s face when he left, Elly still felt some sympathy for him, and after thinking, she asked on Harry’s behalf—
"Don’t you like him?"
Helen was stunned for a moment, understanding perfectly that Elly meant "him."
Like? Not like?
Looking at Elly in front of her, although she wasn’t familiar with this junior right now, it didn’t stop her from wanting to share her true feelings.
She knew she wasn’t someone who could sacrifice herself for others; for her to risk her life for Elly meant she was very significant to her.
So, even if she didn’t remember their past, she was still willing to trust her.
Seeing the confusion in Elly’s eyes, she sighed and said:
"Like him, how could I not? He’s my idol."
After all, there’s no reason a fan wouldn’t like their idol.
"It’s just that I’ve always felt... it’s not very real. To me, Harry Hall feels like a dream, too elusive."
She looked at Elly, afraid she wouldn’t understand, and tried her best to explain in her own way:
"It’s like a fan chasing a star; she thinks about him day and night, dreaming of having his children. But if one day truly came when the idol told the fan he wanted to marry her, wouldn’t the fan be shocked? Wouldn’t she feel as if it were just a dream?"