The girl's smile became somewhat unnatural, "No, it's nothing. Mr. Clark, please take your time eating. I'll go help in the kitchen."
She left as if running away.
Harrison watched her slightly panicked silhouette and sighed in his heart.
She was pretty, with a good family background, and she was warm and gentle.
Perhaps 99% of the men in the world would like such a girl, but he was not one of them.
Sometimes, being cold and rejecting is an act of kindness.
After leaving George's Restaurant and saying goodbye to Old Man Harry, Harrison returned to the villa.
He stood by the window, quietly watching the moon and stars outside, gazing in the direction of the Electronic Black Hole.
His fists clenched slowly.
He said to himself:
My one month of "bumming around" is over, and from now on, I am the relentless trustee of my own future self.
No matter whether I exist in the future or not, no matter how far we can go in this version of the future,
