Billionaire's Reborn Baby
Chapter 998 Fight to Death (3)

Harold raised his head subconsciously when he was peeling the pear and noticed Stephanie's falling nightgown sleeve. Harold couldn't help but point at Stephanie's shoulder. Stephanie looked through Harold's finger and pulled the sleeve up.

Harold washed the peeled pear and gave it to Stephanie.

Stephanie cut half of the pear and handed it back to Harold, "It's for you."

Harold did not take it but stared at it.

Stephanie suddenly thought of something and said, "Well, you believe sharing a pear will bring bad luck, right?"

Harold shook his head and took the pear.

"But our separation is not bad luck, it's a doomed thing." Stephanie said, eating, "You will leave and service Emily and never come back, if your health permits, right?" "I've told Miss Emily that I'll stay here for Mr. Spencer," Harold said.

Stephanie nodded and stared at the ground. When she ate her share of the pear, Stephanie wiped her hands and said to Harold, "Good night."

"Good night."

Just as Harold was about to leave, Stephanie stopped him, "Harold."

Harold stopped and turned to look at Stephanie.

"Thank you." Stephanie turned off the computer and walked to her bed. Then she lay down and covered her face with her quilt.

Harold brought the knife back to the kitchen. He stood in the kitchen for a while and decided to take all the knives to his room.

When Harold got out of his room, he looked at Stephanie's room subconsciously. It was dark.

Harold stood at the door for more than half an hour. Harold decided to return to his room when it was past one in the morning and Stephanie came out of her room. Stephanie was surprised and asked, "What are you doing here?"

"What do you want to do?" Harold asked.

Stephanie had changed her gown.

"I can't sleep, so I want to take a walk." Stephanie was wearing a coat and holding a flashlight.

"I'll go with you," Harold said as he took the flashlight.

Before Stephanie could say a word, Harold had led the way.

They walked around the village one time and another speechlessly.

"I want to go back," Stephanie said. She had been tired and sweating.

And it was already 3:30 at midnight.

They walked for more than two hours.

Stephanie changed her gown but not her shoes. She was wearing a pair of slippers. She didn't expect that she needed so much time to get sleepy. And when she stopped walking, Stephanie finally noticed the pain in her feet.

"I'm tired, I need a break." Stephanie found a stone and sat down. She took the flashlight and shone the soles and there was a big blister.

Stephanie stared at the blister expressionlessly as if she was thinking something.

Harold took off Stephanie's slippers and handed them to her. Then, he turned around, grabbed Stephanie, and placed her on his back. And then he headed home.

Stephanie finally came back to her senses and said, "I just need a break. I can walk home by myself."

Neither of Stephanie's two boyfriends had carried her so intimately.

Stephanie had been carried by male actors when they cooperated for movies. But work was work. Stephanie didn't feel anything at that time. Now Stephanie felt secure and at ease. Stephanie knew Harold was nice to her, and it was not out of love.

When they almost arrived, Stephanie remembered something and asked, "Grandpa said you shouldn't get sweating. Are you sweating?"

"It's fine." Harold walked slowly to prevent himself from sweating.

But Stephanie still reached her hand for Harold's neck. She first touched Harold's Adam's apple and then his wrapped chin.

Harold stopped walking.

Stephanie noticed that Harold was tense and asked in amusement, "Seriously? Haven't you been touched?"

Harold didn't answer and continued walking.

"Have you ever been in a relationship?" Stephanie asked again.

Harold carried Stephanie to her room and put her on the bed. Then Harold found a stool, put her foot on it, and fetched a needle and the ointment.

"What are you doing?" Stephanie felt goosebumps all over her body when she saw the needle.

"Deal with your blister." Harold held Stephanie's foot and answered.

Stephanie struggled but failed to break free. She looked at him with a pale face, "I will ask you no more private questions, and you set me free. Deal?"

"No." Harold lowered his head and stuck the blister.

Stephanie did not dare to look. She covered her eyes with her hands, saying, "Well, then, you haven't answered my questions.."

Harold lowered his head and applied the ointment with a cotton swab. Stephanie couldn't tell Harold's expressions because his face was wrapped in gauze. Harold answered, "No." Harold suddenly remembered that Stephanie called him and asked, crying, "Love me, please?"

Harold looked up.

Stephanie had already put down her hand that was covering her eyes. Her arms hung beside her body, and Stephanie was staring at the ground thinking about something. After a long while, she sighed, "It's good."

Harold put her foot down and said, "That's it. Better not to get wet."

Stephanie thanked him.

When Harold got out of Stephanie's room, it was dawn.

Harold looked back. Stephanie was lying on the bed, holding a doll in her arms. She intimately hugged the doll as if she was holding her beloved, and seemingly, there were tears on her cheeks.