"I’ll say it again, I want the truth!"
Just now, he hadn’t missed the flash of panic in her eyes, even though she had hidden it well, but he still caught it clearly.
She was indeed hiding something from him!
Feeling terrified by Harry Hall’s fierce demeanor, Helen Melendy averted her gaze unnaturally and said:
"I’ve said everything I have to say. If you love to fantasize so much, go ahead and do it yourself."
Her lips, slightly cold, pursed a little. She shifted a few steps to the side and said seriously,
"Harry Hall, I’m here to travel, not to look at your face. How many times do I have to stress that we’ve already broken up? What right do you have to interfere with me now?"
She raised her eyes and looked coldly at Harry Hall’s increasingly darkening face, laughing,
"Don’t say I’ve told you the entire truth. Even if there were other reasons, what would it matter? The child is gone, we’ve split up. What’s the point in pursuing the reasons any further?"
She narrowed her eyes and let out a mockingly sarcastic laugh, "Mr. Hall, you’re not thinking of rekindling the old flame with me, are you?"
At her every word, the lines on Harry Hall’s face became more tense, and his gaze fixed on Helen Melendy with a cold chill in his eyes.
Helen Melendy didn’t wait for him to speak. Taking advantage of the moment, she pushed him away forcefully, almost exerting all her strength, straightened her back, and walked toward the direction of the villa.
Seeing Helen Melendy return to the room, Elly Campbell thought about the scene on the beach just now when she had seen her arguing with Harry Hall, and walked over, somewhat worried.
"Helen, are you okay?"
"I’m fine, just got a bit annoyed by some people."
Helen Melendy said nonchalantly, waving her hand. Harry Hall, who had followed her in, heard this, and a self-deprecating bitter smile colored his eyes.
He stepped forward to Helen Melendy, looked down at her, and said, "You’re right, we’ve already broken up. What’s the point of dwelling on the reason for losing the child? Don’t worry, I’m not someone who can’t handle a loss. You don’t have to be afraid of me bothering you anymore."
The Jones couple: "..."
After Harry Hall said this, he walked past Helen Melendy and returned to his room.
As Harry Hall walked by, Helen Melendy clenched her hand at her side more tightly, and her cool lips formed a thin line.
"You guys carry on, I’m a bit tired and going back to my room to sleep for a while."
After saying that, she left, leaving the Jones couple and the Old Lady in the living room, each with a different expression.
"Look at them, just like you two were back in those days. Are they rewalking the path you two went down?"
Facing the Old Lady’s exasperated reproach, Adam Jones, the culprit from back then, felt a bit sheepish and touched the tip of his nose. He glanced at his wife, receiving an irritated look from her.
He immediately put on a pleading smile, wrapped his arm around her affectionately, and said:
"We don’t need to worry about them. I’ll go make you something delicious."
After saying that, he kissed Elly Campbell on the face. He didn’t care that an elderly person was still sitting in the living room and began his merciless display of affection.
Elly Campbell initially didn’t think much of it; it wasn’t the first or second time this man had been kissing her recently. But when she met the Old Lady’s barely smiling gaze, she couldn’t help but blush.