Harris wrapped his arm around my waist. “Abandoning a female companion is not a gentlemanly behavior.”
He guided me out of the banquet hall, greeting several partners along the way.
Once we were in the car, I took off the suit jacket.
“Mr. Johnson, your jacket.”
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.