I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World - Chapter 442

Chapter 442: Chapter 297: Torturing the Obsessive-

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Harrison Clark pondered for a long time.

For a split moment, he almost let it out.

If it wasn’t Carrie Thomas asking him this question, but Ramer instead, he

might have said it right away.

Carrie’s feelings for him were getting deeper and deeper now, even writing an elevated version of “Dreamwalking in Virgo” for him, but the deeper the feelings, the more difficult it was for Harrison.

He looked slightly sideways at the long-haired woman, who was still young and radiating an aura of stunning beauty, and suddenly remembered his own heartbreaking cries at his late life wedding in the previous timeline.

He finally understood his mindset at that time.

I owe her too much.

I’ve cheated her on feelings for a lifetime.

The harder she tries and the better she does, the harder it is for me to break free

from my guilt.

It takes a lifetime of lies to be a deceiver of feelings for a lifetime, both simple

and difficult.

Harrison even thought that perhaps only by becoming a real politician could he

get used to this life built on lies.

He even wanted to call himself a fool.

Since he had already done despicable things, why not face reality calmly, let go

of meaningless morals, and be a good deceiver.

After all, without me, she would still be lonely in the end, wouldn’t she?

At least I gave her a sweet illusion with my lies, didn’t I?

My grandfather taught me reason, not to let down anyone who was good to me.

Continuing to lie should be considered good for her, right?

Right?

But isn’t it better to tell the truth?

Harrison was lost.

Carrie Thomas didn’t know what Harrison was thinking in his heart, but she

was keenly aware of the loosening in his heart.

She decided to go further.

Suddenly, Carrie grabbed Harrison’s hand clutching the railing, “Tell me, whatever it is, can we try to travel light from now on?

Feeling the warmth and delicate touch coming from the palm of her hand, Harrison shuddered.

A terrible thought crossed his mind.

Do I really trust her once?

Reveal some more?

Should I try it?

Carrie Thomas is not an ordinary person, maybe I should have more faith in her abilities and potential, and believe in her dedication to her dreams?

Harrison began to ponder if, without the shackles of his fake love, she could do even better?

She doesn’t have to wait in vain in lies, and I can deceive almost everyone in the world with a more peace of mind.

Once this thought emerged in his mind, it became unstoppable.

Things are always changing, and different strategies should be adopted at different stages.

Harrison could have continued deceiving Carrie Thomas without hesitation.

But as Carrie became more and more deeply trapped, her talent remained, but her character changed dramatically.

She became more considerate and applied her keen sense of music to Harrison.

When Harrison’s state changed, she immediately noticed and took action subconsciously.

In Harrison’s eyes, she was gradually sinking, devoting too much attention to him.

Her thinking eventually led her astray.

Harrison thought that he should have woken up earlier as she continued to explode and even write “Dreamwalking in Virgo” ahead of time, and he should have faced reality.

She has accumulated enough and is ready to erupt to a certain extent, and the stage of controlling her with false love is about to end.

I have become her shackles.

I should let go.

He took a deep breath and said, “Wait for me, I need to think about it.”

He tried to figure out the right words.

He could have saved this for his “getaway” plan and done it later.

If he found out he made a mistake, he could still backtrack.

But both intuition and emotion told him not to live like a shameful thief by taking chances and shortcuts, but to be more responsible and bear his own responsibilities.

Do not kidnap Carrie Thomas anymore, return her true freedom, and entrust

her with the power to choose.

Just as she unconditionally trusts him, he should also unconditionally trust her for once and believe that she can still make it.

Like what Nora Camp said, trust your comrades.

For some things, having a backup plan is, in itself, a act of lacking confidence.

If I want to win, I must win completely!

Do everything I can, gamble big, bet on Carrie Thomas after being released to shine even brighter.

“Carrie.”

“Hmm.”

“Have you ever thought about why I insist on you guys creating songs inspired by the Golden Record?”

Carrie Thomas: “I know, you’ve mentioned it before. You want to leave more things in this world. This song can change the times, make the excellent more excellent, I’ve never seen a greater dream.”

Harrison nodded: “Hmm. Is this your dream too?”

Carrie Thomas continued: “Yes. I’m very grateful to you for giving me the opportunity and the inspiration. You know I’ve always wanted to leave more valuable works behind, and this is my best chance. If it wasn’t for you coming up with this idea and finding Rainer to help us, I wouldn’t have been able to do

it.”

“I’ve gradually realized that the combined value of all the songs I write in my lifetime may not be as great as this one. When I think that my name will still be remembered and celebrated a thousand years later because of it, I’m already trembling with excitement.”

Looking at her animated and radiant expression while talking, Harrison remembered her words from before.

“What’s the use of looking good? Even the best-looking skin shell will have a day when it sags with old age and wrinkles. The real significance of a person’s life lies in how much timeless things they can leave behind.

She’s changed a lot, but in reality, she’s never changed.

Harrison took a deep breath and asked another question, “Is your dream to complete it on your own, or to complete it for me?”

He hoped for the first answer, so he would have no more worries.

Carrie Thomas hesitated for a few seconds, “Half and half, I guess.”

Harrison Clark: “Huh?”

“I never thirsted for so much before, I just naively believed that I could do it and planned to follow my instincts and try my luck for the rest of my life. If I succeed, I’ll have lived a worthy life, and if I fail, it’s my own fault. But you’ve taught me a lot and came up with this creative method using your wild thinking, and let me finish it. So in my dream, both you and music each account for half.”

Harrison froze.

Why isn’t your answer following the script?

Are you trying to kill me, the obsessive-compulsive?