He unfastened his shirt cuffs and rolled them up, revealing a hint of his muscular forearm.
“Go home.”
I hesitated a bit. In my third year of work, I had redeemed the small house my parents left me, so I rarely returned to the Johnson Family’s home.
“Just forget it…” I tried to refuse, but Harris stopped me with one sentence.
“Grandpa misses you.”
Thinking of Harold, my feelings were complicated.
I was grateful to him for raising me to adulthood. Yet, because of Harris's aversion, I had to maintain my distance.
The car soon arrived at the Johnson Family's old residence. When I walked in, Harold was playing chess with one of his caretakers. Upon seeing me, his face immediately brightened with a smile.
“Come, let’s play another game.”
The caretaker stepped aside. I took the chess pieces but was somewhat distracted. After a few moves, I was quickly at a disadvantage.
Harold smiled and said, “You’re preoccupied. It’s because of that rascal Harris, isn’t it?”
I snapped back to attention and quickly shook my head.
He sighed. “As an old man, I always want to see my descendants settle down. I’m satisfied with you. Harris, being stubborn and rebellious back then, deliberately distanced himself from you. But I can see that he still cares about you. It's my fault for delaying things between you.”
I quickly shook my head. “No, that’s not it. Harold, you don’t mind that I’m an orphan. You raised me and I am grateful to you and the Johnson Family. It’s just that my relationship with Harris is purely that of a boss and subordinate, with no other intentions.”
I lowered my gaze.
Harold smiled. “I’ve seen how much he cares about you recently.”
Thinking of Leonard’s words, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of discomfort.
I replied earnestly, “Harold, please don’t say that. There’s no fate between us.”
As the chess game neared its end, I lost a move. Harold sighed, “Young people’s matters shouldn’t be forced.”
After saying my goodbyes, I left the study and ran into Harris in the hallway. His face was dark and his eyes were like black obsidian.
I was slightly taken aback. Why was he here? Had he heard what I said to Harold?
