By then, she'd already gotten used to Harry Hall, right?
At first, Harry didn't quite understand what Helen Melendy meant. He was stunned for a few seconds, then, seeing her increasingly reddened cheeks and the shy yet unflinching gaze, he realized what she wanted to say.
In his heart, a wave of unstoppable joy surged through.
He knew that his Helen was gradually accepting him.
That was enough!
He raised his hand to rub her head softly and responded earnestly, "Alright."
An hour later—
The couple lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, neither feeling sleepy.
Helen turned her head to look at the man by her side and snuggled up to him, "Hubby?"
She softly called out.
Harry took the opportunity to hold her in his arms, "Hmm?"
"You're so quiet, what are you thinking about?"
"I'm thinking about what we should name our future child."
Helen: "..."
Isn't he thinking a bit too far ahead?
