Chapter 505: 505: Don't ever let me hear its voice again

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Chapter 505: Chapter 505: Don’t ever let me hear its voice again Fiona was slapped out of nowhere, completely stunned, even forgetting to pick up the fallen suit. She looked at Harry Whitley in disbelief, her eyes gradually reddening. Harry Whitley regained his senses the moment the slap landed on her face, the malice in his eyes instantly turning to guilt. “No, Fiona, I-I didn’t do it on purpose...” Fiona covered her face and immediately burst into tears; he actually hit her... Her parents had never slapped her face! How could he?! Fiona didn’t listen to his explanation; she turned around, grabbed her bag, and started to leave. Harry Whitley had already come to his senses by then, quickly pulling her into an embrace despite her struggles, dragging her back into the room. He held her tightly, repeatedly apologizing, “Fiona, please don’t leave... I know I’m wrong. I really didn’t mean it; I just couldn’t control myself. I was in so much pain...” Seeing Fiona still causing a commotion to leave, Harry Whitley fiercely slapped himself, then let her go, smiling bitterly, “Just go, leaving me might be better anyway. I can’t give you the dream life anymore... Fiona, just go. I don’t want to burden you any longer.” Harry Whitley’s actions, in turn, made Fiona hesitate and stay. She kept asking what had happened. Harry Whitley saw her anxious and worried face, feeling slightly comforted, and then ‘forced’ by her constant questions, finally revealed the truth. The failure of the magic couldn’t be hidden; instead of hiding, it was better to be clear. He couldn’t become a wealthy man’s child anymore, so he absolutely couldn’t let Fiona go. “The magic failed. From now on, I can only be Harry Whitley. I’m no longer worthy of you. I can’t even give you the grand wedding I promised before... How can I have the right to keep you by my side?” Harry Whitley’s voice choked, and he actually burst into tears. Fiona’s humiliation from being slapped vanished instantly due to his reaction; she turned to embrace him, crying, “You big fool! Why didn’t you tell me the truth from the start?! Can’t I stand by you through thick and thin?!” “Brother Harry, I’m not leaving! I will definitely not abandon you, please don’t give up on me.” Harry Whitley let her hold him for a long while before tightly embracing her back, gently wiping the tears from her face. He then touched her slightly red cheek, asking concernedly, “Does it hurt?” Fiona hesitated for a moment and shook her head. Harry Whitley again showed a remorseful look, “Fiona, believe me, I was truly entranced just now. You know I’ve never raised my hand against women, let alone you!” He hesitated for a moment and added, “Although the Life Transfer Technique failed, some habits and temperament of Chase Jennings still linger in me. That slap just now was truly not my intention; it could be the influence left by that magic. Fiona, believe me!” Of course, Fiona believed him, especially since his explanation made sense, leaving the last bit of resentment in her heart to fade away, agreeing, “I believe you. I think so too; that Chase Jennings, I heard he had a bad temper and would hit people; he must have influenced you.” She expressed relief, “Brother Harry, luckily you didn’t turn into him, or I’d really be heartbroken.” Harry Whitley again said many comforting words, seeing that she was truly willing to stay, then coaxed her, “We can’t afford those branded clothes anymore. Tomorrow, you should return them. We don’t have much money now, maybe can’t even hire a caregiver. In the future... it might be hard on you, Isolde.” Upon hearing even the caregiver wouldn’t be hired, Fiona’s expression instantly showed some reluctance, but facing Harry Whitley’s gentle and expectant gaze, she couldn’t bring herself to refuse. After hesitating for a while, she reluctantly nodded, agreeing. ... Jennings Family. Chase Jennings fought off several sneezes while coming downstairs. He couldn’t help but look around, afraid the loud sound of sneezing would drag him back to another ‘reality dream.’ Though throughout today, he was already sure he had returned. Yet, that so-called dream felt excessively real to him. He still remembered the feeling of eating bread outside the subway entrance until he had a stomach ache. And delivering food in wind and rain, occasionally encountering customer reprimands and nit-picking... It really was too bitter. Just as he sat down, the maid brought him a freshly squeezed juice, as always. Chase Jennings looked nostalgically at the juice in his hand, about to take a sip, when suddenly the familiar sound of machinery working came from not far away. Chase Jennings was startled, his hand trembling, spilling the juice. Chase Jennings’ reaction similarly startled Lucas Jennings in the living room. “Brother Chase, what’s wrong with you?” Chase Jennings didn’t respond, his eyes fixed on the hallway, watching the approaching sound of machinery along with the swaying floor robot. Chase Jennings once again became unsettled, suddenly jumping up from the sofa, looking as if facing a great enemy, “Who allowed it to come over?! Uncle Ming! Uncle Ming! Turn off that machine! It can’t come over here!” The butler hurried over upon hearing the commotion, puzzled, but immediately turned off the machine, asking with concern, “Young Master Chase, what’s the matter? Are you feeling unwell somewhere?” Lucas Jennings was equally puzzled, “Yeah, it’s just the sound of the floor robot, it’s not like you’ve never heard it before...” Upon hearing the floor robot mentioned, Chase Jennings’ expression changed again, as if returning to those days of nightly floor cleaning and dust gathering. “Shut up! Don’t mention it! Never let me hear its noise again.” Lucas Jennings was baffled by his rebuke, snorted, and left him alone. Though not knowing what was wrong with Chase Jennings, the butler ensured to adjust the cleaning time to when the house was empty, since young Master Chase reacted strongly to the noise. When Scarlett Jennings arrived, she just witnessed this scene, blinking a few times, pretending not to know anything and walking out with her little fox. Chase Jennings saw the maid sending the robot back to recharge, finally calming slightly. Just as he was about to sit back on the sofa again, he heard Lucas Jennings calling from the hallway. “Aunt, why are you back?! Wow, is this a dress for my sister?” Upon hearing Brianna Jennings and the dress mention, Chase Jennings was startled once more. He hadn’t forgotten. Today was the day before Scarlett Jennings’ birthday. In the dream, today was the day he brought dissatisfaction upon the whole family by the gift incident, and the next day was completely life-transferred, becoming Harry Whitley. Even knowing it was a dream, Chase Jennings couldn’t help but have a psychological shadow. Just about to find an excuse to stay in his room, Brianna Jennings pulled him, insisting he admire the special dress for Scarlett Jennings’ birthday party. “I specifically requested three well-known foreign fashion design teams to work non-stop for two months to create this, it’s globally unique and not available to the public as high fashion.” Brianna Jennings spoke, suddenly changing the topic to Chase Jennings, “Chase, I remember you specifically ordered a custom necklace. I’m not very satisfied with the jewelry I picked for Scarlett; you should bring out your necklace and lend it to Scarlett to pair with the dress.” Brianna Jennings’ words made Chase Jennings’ heart skip a beat. That necklace!

Chapter 505: 505: Don't ever let me hear its voice again

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