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Chapter 851
Harry glanced at Genevieve from the rearview mirror. When he saw her pretty side profile, he curled his lips. The
wind gently billowed past her long hair and made it tickle the back of his neck.
His eyes darkened. He then drove the motorcycle to the place closest to the sunset before stopping it and taking off
his helmet.
Meanwhile, Genevieve climbed down from the motorcycle before standing by the railing to gaze at the sunset.
Harry walked over to her, but he leaned his back against the railing instead. As he stared at her orange-tinted
figure, he said, “I come here to see the sunset every time I'm in a bad mood. Watching the sunset here makes me
feel better. What about you, Genevieve? Are you feeling any better?”
“Mm.” Genevieve tucked away the stray strand of hair by her face and smiled. “It's hard to stay gloomy after
looking at the beautiful sunset.”
When she went overseas with Armand for the show, she even planned to ask him to accompany her for a hike up
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMount Drakon. She wanted to lie in his arms and watch the sunrise with him after waking up, but alas, it never
happened.
Nevertheless, the sunset in front of her was a beautiful one as well.
Harry even pulled Genevieve to the beach and let her feel the sea breeze on her face before leaving a long track of
footprints on the beach with her.
When the sun went below the horizon and cast a blanket of darkness over the land, it was time for the two to
return.
“Genevieve, my right arm hurts a little,” Harry told Genevieve as they walked back to the road. “Why don't you
steer the bike instead?”
“I'll take you to the hospital for a checkup.” Genevieve knew that he had severely fractured his right arm before.
Harry hummed in agreement. Not long after he climbed onto the motorcycle, he wrapped an arm around
Genevieve's waist and placed his palm on her waist to gently hug her.
Genevieve did not dwell on it, thinking that he was holding onto her to avoid falling off the motorcycle.
After going back to the city, the first place Genevieve went to was the emergency department. The doctor then
filmed Harry's right arm and informed them that his arm was fine.
By the time they left the hospital, it was after seven, and the air was a little colder than before.
“Genevieve, what do you want to eat?” Harry asked. “I know a nice Jetroinian restaurant. Why don't I take you there
to try it out?”
“Sure,” Genevieve easily replied, smiling. “You've brought me to see the sunset, so let me treat you to Jetroinian
cuisine.”
The Jetroinian restaurant that Harry was talking about was located in a building near the river. When the two were
in the elevator, the lights in it flickered as if no one had changed them for a long time.
Genevieve was looking at her phone when she sensed someone leaning closer to her before grabbing her hand.
Instinctively, she tried to pry her hand away, but when she raised her head, she saw Harry's pale face and
trembling lashes. In the next second, she recalled that Harry was claustrophobic and did not like to be in enclosed
places.
When Harry lowered his head to look at Genevieve with his reddened eyes, Genevieve could see the fear and
anxiousness in those eyes.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIt made her heart ache.
Genevieve was sure that she would feel guilty if she were to push him away, so she had no choice but to let him
hold her hand.
Nevertheless, Harry continued to push his luck by resting his head on the woman's shoulder as his fingers interlaced
hers. However, there was a smile on his face.
Indeed, the seafood at the Jetroinian was good, and Genevieve ate quite a lot.
By the time they were done with their meal, it was after nine. Harry led Genevieve to the riverside.
Across the river was an old tower, and the night scenery was magnificent.
As Genevieve leaned against the railing and enjoyed the breeze, she smiled and said to Harry, “Thank you for
accompanying me for so long. It's been a while since I've been this relaxed.”
Harry rested his head on his palms and replied, “I can always keep you company whenever you're feeling down.”
A beat later, he said, “Genevieve.”
"Hm?”
Harry was leaning his back against the railing and watching the running children with pinwheels a distance away.
“Do you think older boys are smarter, or do you think younger boys are smarter?”
Genevieve stiffened, not knowing why he was asking something like that.
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