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.