Feeling the man wavering, Beatrice suddenly exerted force, hugged him tightly and cried so hard that she almost screamed.
“Brother, can you please not leave?”
But Harold hesitated for a moment, pried her fingers apart and responded to her with only indifference.
“After so many years, you should grow up and learn to face it. There are nannies at home. If you are afraid, stay in the living room. They will accompany you.”
Beatrice wanted to say something else, but Harold’s face suddenly turned cold and didn’t give her any chance.
“I have something else to do. Don’t push it.”
The hand that was about to touch his sleeve was suspended in midair.
Looking at his hurriedly leaving figure, Beatrice raised the corner of her mouth in self-mockery.
“Wake up, what are you still expecting?”
Beatrice didn’t sleep all night and she received Harold’s gifts early the next morning, limited edition bags and coats from major brands.
She actually understood what he meant.
Harold was always like this, whenever he felt that Beatrice was unhappy, he would give her one or two gifts to comfort her.
Beatrice’s entire cloakroom was full of such expensive bags.