Relentless Pursuit After Divorce
Chapter 604. Put on pants and deny the account_1

Chapter 604: 604. Put on pants and deny the account_1

Helen Melendy heard the implication in Harry Hall’s words and, fearing he might say something in front of Elly Campbell, quickly spoke:

"If you want to talk, let’s talk. You have two minutes."

With that, she let go of Elly Campbell’s hand and swiftly walked toward a less crowded area.

Harry Hall, with a dark expression, followed her and when they reached the corner of the hallway, he pushed Helen Melendy against the wall behind her, his towering figure pressing up against her.

"Helen Melendy, what are you trying to say?"

The gravelly voice, laden with restrained anger, came from above Helen Melendy’s head.

Pinned against the cold wall by Harry Hall, the cramped space between them made Helen Melendy feel somewhat uncomfortable.

She frowned but maintained an air of nonchalance and said, "What do you mean, ’what am I trying to say’?"

Harry Hall was driven to laughter by her indifferent attitude, "So, you don’t care at all about what happened that night?"

Seeing Helen Melendy respond nonchalantly with a slight curl of her lips, "Isn’t it just a case of drunken debauchery? How do you expect me to take it seriously? Am I supposed to take responsibility for Mr. Hall?"

She looked at Harry Hall’s narrowed cold eyes and smiled, "I’m really sorry, but someone like Mr. Hall, I truly can’t take responsibility for."

"You sleep with me and then act as if nothing happened as soon as you put your pants back on, just walk away without a backward glance?"

At that moment, Helen Melendy was like a stereotypical "douchebag" who abandons after seducing, helplessly spreading her hands with a nonchalant demeanor—

"What can I do about it? It’s true that we slept together; I also genuinely don’t want to take responsibility. Do you, Mr. Hall, intend to kill me or what?"

"You..."

"If you aren’t planning on killing me, then stop bothering me. If a grown man can’t handle it, don’t mess around—acting like a whiny child coming to a woman demanding accountability. People who don’t know any better might think Harry Hall couldn’t find anyone to want him."

After finishing her words, she pushed him away, instantly feeling much more relaxed without the overbearing presence towering above her. That night, she had drunk too much at the bar and, coincidentally, so had Harry Hall, resulting in the two of them rolling into bed together.

When she sobered up, she was so scared that she frantically escaped.

More than a month had passed, and she thought Harry Hall hadn’t taken it seriously either, but unexpectedly, he had come looking for her.

She didn’t want to recall the events of that day, the crushingly intimate nature of it easily brought back memories of the four years she had spent with him.

He appeared silent and indifferent, cold to an extreme, but in bed, he was always exceptionally passionate.

He knew every contour of her body, every sensitive spot, perfectly guiding and pleasing her.

That night vividly reminded her repeatedly of the past.

Harry Hall was an absolute jerk, through and through.

Helen Melendy was furious, cursing Harry Hall in her heart and trying hard to calm the churning emotions before she went to find Elly Campbell.

Elly Campbell was somewhat worried about Helen Melendy, so she had been standing in a spot where she could see them both and waited.

Although she didn’t know what the two of them had discussed, she could tell that Harry Hall was very angry; she had seen him a few times but had never seen him that angry before.

She was concerned that he might just pin Helen down and hit her the next second, but fortunately...

Elly Campbell silently patted her chest in relief, then stepped forward and asked, "Are you okay?"

"I’m fine, let’s go."

Helen Melendy’s mood clearly wasn’t as good as before; after all, she was still affected by the encounter with Harry Hall.