Harry Hall carefully helped her wash her eyes and face, her face buried in the palm of his hand, feeling the warmth coming from his palm. Helen Melendy's heartbeat involuntarily quickened.
At this moment, she even felt that being looked after so tenderly by Harry Hall was more uncomfortable than having her eyes full of salty sand.
It made her involuntarily think of those years they spent together, when she was taken care of meticulously by him.
She had finally managed to harden her heart to separate from him, not wanting to fall back into the trap of his tenderness, or else her previous efforts would have been in vain.
As soon as the foreign sensation in her eyes was gone, Helen Melendy immediately moved a few steps away from Harry Hall, took the towel handed over by Elly Campbell, and dried her face.
When she looked back at Harry Hall, she had reverted to her previous detached demeanor and said indifferently,
"Thank you."
