I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World - Chapter 406
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Chapter 277: Endless Nightmare_l
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“You say it’s nothing, but you look like you’re about to cry.”
Carrie Thomas wiped her hands and noticed that he also got some cream on his hand. She didn’t mind, and raised her hand to wipe it for him.
While gently wiping with the napkin using her delicate fingers, she argued, “Really, it’s nothing. You know we creative people are all emotional. I just had a sudden inspiration. But why are you sitting here daydreaming?”
Harrison Clark responded casually, “Just thinking about something, got a bit too absorbed.”
To hide his true feelings, he lowered his head and licked the ice cream in his hand. It was cold, sweet, and tasted faintly familiar.
Carrie Thomas looked helplessly at him.
“Seriously, when I saw you sitting here and went to buy ice cream, I thought you’d snap out of it soon, but here you are still daydreaming, and the ice cream is about to melt. This is a hard-to-get classic strawberry cheesecake flavor.” Harrison Clark suddenly froze, his pupils contracting as he stared blankly. Strawberry cheesecake.
Licking her ice cream and glancing at him, Carrie Thomas felt a pang in her heart.
Suddenly, the ice cream in her hand didn’t taste sweet anymore.
Carrie Thomas’s nature is both simple and complex.
When Harrison Clark first approached her, an ambiguous remark quickly angered her, making her extremely hostile.
At that time, she didn’t care about Harrison Clark’s thoughts and didn’t bother to consider them, which made her appear to have low EQ,
Later, when Harrison Clark taught her how to deal with people like Colonel Brown and Eric Mitchell and turn their schemes to her advantage, she also appeared rather slow.
If she wasn’t interested in someone or something, her mind wouldn’t work quickly, and her careless words would often frustrate the journalists who interviewed her.
But this doesn’t mean she’s dumb; she simply focuses on what she wants to focus on.
When it comes to people and things she cares about, the situation changes completely. She becomes extremely perceptive and responsive, with both IQ. and EQreaching maddening levels.
Once, she only cared about music, but now she also cares about Harrison Clark.
Countless thoughts raced through her mind like lightning.
Avril Green? Lucy Haywood? Leah Clark? Jenny Hart?
Those bold newcomers who wanted to trade their bodies for his songs? Impossible!
Based on her understanding of him, this could never happen!
He’s not that kind of person, and she wouldn’t misjudge him.
So what was that feeling just now?
An illusion?
Did she care too much about him and become overly sensitive?
It must be so!
Moreover, their relationship wasn’t even confirmed yet, so what right did she have to interfere in his personal matters?
And with his personality, if he had made up his mind, he would tell her, right? If he were that kind of person, given how overtly she confessed her feelings to him, wouldn’t he have some ulterior motives toward her?
So he clearly wasn’t someone who couldn’t resist temptation.
Although Carrie Thomas had no experience in love, she had sung in nightclubs and dealt with countless admirers.
Before she began her singing career in Oxfordshire, her best friend Susan Lambert educated her on how to protect herself from sleazy men.
She was well aware of her own attractiveness to the opposite sex.
If he could resist her advances, then he could most certainly resist 99.99% of women in the world.
Her only strong competitor in his life?
Carrie Thomas considered and came up with only one: Avril Green.
But although she didn’t interact much with Avril Green, they shared an instant understanding, and she knew Avril Green was not that kind of person either. As for Harrison Clark’s other social circles?
Carrie Thomas thought about it. They lived together and she never saw him interacting too much with others.
Even when she went to Los Angeles, she knew exactly what he was doing back in their home country.
So, he didn’t seem like that kind of person. It really didn’t seem like it.
She must be overthinking this.
Harrison Clark quickly snapped back to his senses, noticing Carrie Thomas’s contemplative expression. He felt a vague sense of guilt but also thought it was unlikely.
He swallowed nervously and asked, “What’s wrong?”
Carrie Thomas returned to her senses and forced a smile, “No, nothing.”
She took another bite of ice cream, which tasted sweet again.
“Are you sure it’s nothing?”
“Really, nothing.”
“Oh, okay.” Harrison Clark nodded, “It’s getting late. I came today to check on your preparation for Octaves and help you get a feel for it. Shall we go practice?”
That was indeed what he had intended.
After he had left, he had been listening to the finalized version of “Octaves.” Since he had something in mind, he thought it was necessary to help her adjust her tone and reach the ultimate effect as soon as possible, saving at least a month or two.
Moreover, he needed to figure out how to handle the six “new songs” she had written, such as “You Think I’m Not Here.”
Carrie Thomas slowly adjusted her mental state and said, “Yeah, I’ve arranged practice with Professor Layna at 7:30 tonight.”
Harrison Clark checked his Rolex, “We still have more than an hour. Let’s go to your dorm first and I’ll listen to you play and sing.”
As soon as he finished speaking, he took the lead and started walking forward. Following behind him, Carrie Thomas looked up and couldn’t help but laugh. Harrison Clark looked back in confusion, “What’s up?”Carrie Thomas pointed to his back and laughed out loud, “Are you trying to kill me with laughter?” “What’s wrong?”
Harrison Clark continued to scratch his head.
Carrie came over and carefully pulled up his back cloth of the black leisure suit, showing it to him.
Harrison widened his eyes.
Carrie pulled up his sleeve and pointed to a white blotchy patch under his elbow, “You’re doomed. This Zegna suit costs over a hundred thousand, tsktsk, doesn’t your heart ache?”
Harrison clenched his chest.
It was very uncomfortable.
Although he was pretty rich now, he became rich too fast and hadn’t really enjoyed a luxurious life. Unable to get out of the poor man’s mentality, his chest truly ached.
He turned around to look at the chair, only to find a sign in front of it.
The sign read “Fresh paint.”
Harrison: Damn.
Seeing his dejected look, Carrie burst into laughter. “Look at yourself! You sat down with your black suit on a white-painted chair. Now you look like a zebra prince. Why did I get a zebra instead of a white horse prince?”
Harrison: “You… Hai! I really am.”
There was a dressing mirror by the entrance to the Mason Academy dormitory.
The two of them walked up to the mirror. Harrison looked at his back and it really was as Carrie said, he looked like a zebra.
Feeling heartbroken, he spread his palms, “Fine, being a zebra prince is still a prince after all.”
Carrie Thomas said, “Enough with the banter, let’s go to my dorm first. I asked my dormitory housekeeper to get a suit for you. You can’t be seen like this.” Harrison nodded, “Alright.”
As they walked up the stairs, Carrie kept sneaking glances at him.
When she discovered his expensive Zegna suit had been ruined, his heartache reminded her of their first meeting at the apartment.
There was a hint of humor in his ordinary demeanor.
It was truly unbelievable – no one would believe that a man worth billions of dollars would be heartbroken over a leisure suit worth over a hundred thousand yuan.
In that instant, his tightly wound soul seemed to relax.
But as silence once again enveloped them, Carrie felt that heavy feeling return to Harrison.
His soul seemed to grit its teeth and clench its fists once more.
Carrie really wanted to grab his shoulders and demand to know: What could be troubling you so much that you’re like this?
Just how lost in thought was he earlier?
He didn’t notice the strong smell of paint, or the huge “fresh paint” sign, and just sat down on the chair for so long.
In truth, a few months ago, Carrie had begun to notice the changes in Harrison. It was just that recently, her feelings had become stronger. Carrie didn’t know if it was because she had become more sensitive or because the strange atmosphere around Harrison had gradually spun out of control.
When did he start changing?
Carrie thought about it and concluded that the change was around the time he started creating, gradually displaying his talents.
Carrie thought to herself, does immense talent really make one closer to being mad?
Had Harrison started developing multiple personalities?
No, as soon as they reach the dormitory, she must get to the bottom of it. However, Harrison, walking in front of Carrie, was also wondering about Carrie’s thoughtful demeanor. Her piercing gaze seemed as if it would penetrate his eyes.
Carrie’s talent was too terrifying, with that kind of meticulous observation, he must be extra cautious.
If she were to see through something, no matter what it was, it could have unpredictable consequences.
Empiricism told Harrison that in order to be stable, he should be cautious.
The two entered the dormitory.
Carrie closed the door with the back of her hand and slapped Harrison on the back,yelling, “Harrison!”
Harrison shivered and quickly turned around, “Oh, what’s wrong?”
Carrie stared at him, “You were daydreaming again.”
“I wasn’t.”
“If you weren’t daydreaming, why did you respond so loudly? Tell me.”
Harrison pretended to be ignorant, “Tell you what?”
“Tell me what’s on your mind. You better explain it clearly today, otherwise you’re not leaving this room!”
Carrie then locked the fingerprint lock with a slam, placed her hands on her hips, and stared Harrison Clark down.
With her big moves and flowing hair, she appeared even more domineering. The little woman disappeared, returning to the previous reckless chivalrous woman who had slapped Eric Mitchell without changing color.
With the character of this lock, it could not be opened without Carrie’s fingerprint.
Harrison glanced at the balcony outside the living room and calculated that the floor wasn’t high.
As a professional with rich experience in jumping off buildings, he felt no pressure, but it could be too shocking.
Although he could explain saving people with the hang glider to some extent, this leap off a building without any hair damage would be a bit too much.
It seemed that he couldn’t escape this time, he began to seriously ponder over his choice of words.
Carrie, on the other hand, had her arms folded and her back against the door, giving the impression of “I’m watching you.”
However, she looked tough on the surface, but deep down, she was a little nervous.
“Last night, I had a long and very vivid nightmare. It was so real that I couldn’t pull myself away from it.”
After a moment of contemplation, Harrison finally said.
Carrie couldn’t believe him, “Nonsense, I’d be surprised if you had nightmares.
Do you look like someone who would have nightmares?”
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