<h4>Chapter 1193: 1193. Tsk! So sour</h4>


    Lifting her eyes to face Harry Hall’s unwavering expression, she spoke in a hoarse voice, asking,


    "Back when we were in school, did you agree to be with me because you liked me, or was it because I pursued you that you..."


    Helen Melendy did not finish her sentence, thinking Harry should understand what she meant.


    No one knew that no matter how confident she appeared in front of others, in front of Harry, she always felt an intense insecurity.


    From the moment she started liking him, openly pursuing him, even during the many years they were together, she was gued by feelings of inferiority.


    She had always felt that Harry being with her started as something he could take or leave, then gradually he became ustomed to it, but itcked that spark of excitement.


    And then there were his ambiguous actions with that wealthy heiress...


    That little bit of self-confidence she had crumbledpletely.


    Looking back on those years, the times they spent together, Harry was always silent and reserved, never the kind to say sweet nothings to make her happy, as other people’s boyfriends might.


    Instead, it was she who struggled to maintain their rtionship, always creating surprises for him, or learning cheesy romantic lines from the inte to tell him.


    But every time, his reaction was lukewarm at best, the only passion he showed was in bed.


    The insecurity of having pursued him, coupled with Harry’s demeanor, left Helen with no confidence in their rtionship.


    It made her feel that maintaining the rtionship was especially exhausting.


    Reflecting on the past, Helen couldn’t help but her eyes reddened.


    But Harry, upon hearing her question, looked somewhat surprised.


    He had never considered this question before; to him, it seemed like a pointless thing to ponder.


    Yet he hadn’t expected that Helen would hold this question in such high regard.


    After a long while, he finally said, "If I didn’t like you, why would I be with you?"


    Helen was taken aback, and then Harry’s voice reached her once more—


    "Do you see me as someone who enjoys settling, as someone who likes to make do?"


    Helen didn’t respond immediately; she didn’t know how to answer.


    "Were there few girls in school who chased after me? Are there fewer girls who pursued me more aggressively than you did? If I were to respond to each one, would it be your turn?"


    Harry was a bit angry and also felt a pang of heartache.


    "The reason I’m with you isn’t anything fancy; it’s simply because I like you."


    He reached out, gently stroking her now long hair, his voice deep as he said:


    "I’m with you because I like you, more than you could imagine, and for no other reason."


    Despite Harry’s low voice, Adam Jones and his wife were seated not far from them, so they heard every word of Harry’s speech clearly.


    "Tch! How cheesy!"


    Adam Jones, who was forced to overhear the confession, couldn’t help butin.


    Still bearing a grudge about Harry not letting him treat his wife to barbecue, Adam was very dissatisfied with Harry, making even his touching derations seem distasteful to him.


    Elly Campbell watched her own husband’s petty grudge with a smile and couldn’t resist teasing him:


    "The sweet nothings you say are much cheesier than his."


    Adam instinctively retorted, "Mine are sweet; how could they be cheesy?"