A Sweet Night The CEO Loves His Wife Ardently

Winnie looked at Harold, who was holding her hand, and her heart beat faster.

"Well... Is there anything else?"

Feeling that his movement was too abrupt, Harold quickly let go of her hand.

"About what you told me last night..."

Winnie quickly said, "If it's because of what happened last night, I'm fine. I said last night that I like you, and it's my

own business that I like you. You don't have to feel burdened because of this. It's really okay if you don't like me

back!"

Winnie promised him.

Harold thought for a moment before saying, "Winnie, this is not what I wanted to talk about."

"Then, what is it?"

"I ... had a girlfriend!" Harold answered truthfully.

Winnie was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "I know that. I heard it from Simon, but I also heard that

your girlfriend hurt you. You have already broken up, haven't you?"

That Simon really had a big mouth. He already told Winnie about Harold's ex-girlfriend.

Harold's expression changed slightly as he continued, "Since you know that I had a girlfriend before, do you know

that ... I have been to jail because I committed murder?"

Winnie violently took a step back because of his words, looking frightened.

Seeing that Winnie stepped back, a trace of pain flashed through Harold's eyes.

He knew that she wouldn't be able to accept the real him. It was also a good thing because now she could

completely get over him.

Seeing that he had achieved his goal, Harold turned around to leave.

Before he could take a step, Winnie suddenly grabbed him.

Looking at the small and tender hand that was holding his sleeve, Harold turned to look at Winnie in surprise.

"Aren't you afraid of me? If you don't let go, aren't you afraid that I will do something to you when I lose control?"

Harold's face darkened. "You know that I was imprisoned for murder."

Winnie shook her head firmly.

"I'm not afraid!"

"You're not afraid?"

"Right!" Winnie nodded, "The Harold I know is a good person. It is impossible for him to kill someone. Besides ... If

you really killed someone, it is impossible for you to be here right now. Therefore, I think that you were framed. You

are not a real murderer. Why should I be afraid of you? Also ..."

Winnie paused for a moment and stared straight into Harold's eyes, "I like you because you are you. Even if you

really murdered someone before, you are still the Harold I know. So, I will not be afraid!"

Harold didn't know what to say.

His face turned red at Winnie's words.

He had never seen such a passionate girl, and nor did he expect that Winnie would like him this much. He was silent

for a moment.

"You are a girl. Don't you know how to be more reserved?" Harold facepalmed.

Winnie looked at Harold with her bright eyes, tilted her head, and smiled, "I gave up being reserved after I saw you.

If I were reserved, you would never be able to see me!"

That was true. Harold probably would never say he liked her if she didn't say it first.

"You ... what you just said is true? Aren't you afraid that I would take it seriously?"

Winnie blinked, "Harold, does it mean that you like me too? You were just afraid that if I find out about your past, I

won't dare to be with you, right?"

Harold blushed because of Winnie's words.

He coughed lightly and looked away, "It's getting late. It's time to go to class. See you later!"

Winnie took the opportunity to hold Harold's arm and pulled Harold so that he could not go forward. She quickly

said, "Harold, don't be in such a hurry to leave. It's still early for class. You haven't had breakfast yet, right? Wait for

me here. I'll go back to my dorm and get my bag. I'll come down immediately. Then, we can go to the canteen for

breakfast together."

Harold frowned, "Is it a good idea? If someone sees us..."

Before Harold could finish speaking, Winnie had already turned around and rushed to the dormitory.

Harold, "..."

He looked at Winnie's back as she left, and his heart was filled with sweetness.

His sister was right. Happiness ... was something that he had to fight for himself. He thought that he may never be

able to obtain happiness. However, it came to him so quickly.

Winnie was the light in his life, illuminating the darkness in his heart and bringing him out of sadness.

As he was thinking about this, Winnie had already rushed out of the dormitory building. She was running too fast

and almost fell.

Seeing this made Harold worried about her. He hurriedly reminded her, "Winnie, slow down."

Winnie had already run to Harold's side. Her little face was flushed red from running, and her forehead was

dripping with sweat. She panted and said, "I'm here. Let's go to the canteen!"

"You can rest for a while. We are not in a rush," Harold said softly.

"No need!" Winnie quickly waved her hand, "I can leave now. You don't have to worry about me. Let's go!"

Harold firmly held Winnie's arm, "Take a break first. Otherwise, I won't have lunch with you at noon!"

Hearing Harold's words, Winnie's eyes widened.

This sentence meant ...

Looking at the suspicious redness on Harold's face, Winnie smiled.

This day finally came.

Great!

Winnie nodded.

"I will rest for a while and we will go to the canteen together. I will listen to you, so...," Winnie smiled sweetly at

Harold, "Harold, let's have lunch together!"

Harold replied softly, "Alright!"

Hearing Harold's reply, the smile on Winnie's face became even wider. She excitedly jumped into Harold's arms.

Harold did not dare to reach out to hold Winnie at first. However, in the end, he sighed and wrapped his arms

around Winnie.

...

At noon.

Audrey and Bryson were eating together in the restaurant.

After ordering, Audrey suddenly got up from her seat happily and sat on Bryson's lap.

"Bryson, look..."

Bryson tightened his arms around Audrey to prevent her from falling down.

"What's up?"

Audrey held her phone in front of Bryson, "Look what Quentin just posted."

It was a photo of Harold eating. It looked like the photo was taken by someone else when he was not paying

attention. Also, in front of Harold, there was a mobile phone with a feminine pendant.