Chapter 1527: 1527. Helen Melendy’s Confusion
This touch of astonishment was overlooked by Harry Hall due to his overwhelming delight when he saw Helen Melendy, already awakened, on the floor.
Harry Hall had just arrived outside the hospital room and hadn’t entered yet when he heard a heavy thud from inside, which scared him into quickly pushing the door open and rushing in.
When he saw Helen Melendy, who had been lying unconscious in bed, now half-lying on the floor, looking at him in confusion, his expression became vivid.
The initial panic was instantly mixed with uncontrollable joy and a trace of bizarre helplessness.
The next second, he rushed toward Helen Melendy, his voice trembling with excitement as he spoke, “Helen, you’re finally awake.”
He shouted to the bodyguard who followed him in, “Quick, call the doctor.”
While speaking, he had already lifted Helen from the floor and quickly moved toward the bedside, trembling with excitement without pause, his eyes even reddening with emotion.
So much so that the look of astonishment in Helen’s eyes went unnoticed by him several times.
At this moment, the doctor had not yet arrived.
Harry Hall was somewhat at a loss due to his excitement, looking at Helen’s still pale face. Although he had prepared many words while she was in a coma, he couldn’t manage to say a single one now.
Helen looked down at her hands, which were tightly held by him, her expression somewhat bewildered and complex, her brows occasionally knitting, yet faintly mixed with an imperceptible joy.
This joy seemed to be deliberately suppressed by her, not wanting anyone to see it.
No time for her to think too much, the doctor had already been called in.
Several doctors of varying ages, races, and nationalities suddenly came in, and the fleeting joy in Helen’s eyes was once again replaced by confusion.
After a series of detailed examinations by the doctors, an elderly foreign doctor with graying hair and gold-rimmed glasses approached Harry Hall and said a bunch in fluent American English.
Just awakened and still somewhat in a daze, Helen didn’t know what was happening, only hearing the doctor say that there was nothing seriously wrong with her now, and after one more detailed examination, as long as no other problems arose, she could be discharged after some recuperation.
What shocked her was not this, but that the American doctor addressed her as Mrs. Gu, Mrs. Hall.
Was this doctor referring to her as Mrs. Hall?
Looking at Harry Hall, he appeared not the least bit uncomfortable, and he didn’t even offer an explanation.
The bewilderment and astonishment in Helen’s eyes intertwined, leaving her increasingly confused.
She saw Harry Hall exhale a long breath, showing a rare smile on his handsome yet aloof face, and even those usually cold eyes seemed visibly brighter.
Helen sat on the edge of the bed, quietly listening to Harry Hall’s conversation with the American doctor. As a Harvard student, she didn’t find the conversation difficult to understand, yet after listening, she felt even more confused.
After all the doctors in the room finished speaking with Harry Hall and left, he turned back to her, naturally holding her hand, his eyes so tender as if intending to drown her in them.
Her hand, wrapped in Harry Hall’s palm, warmth flowed from her hand to the depths of her heart, making her cheeks and earlobes burn.