y Stu
Chapter 851
Harry glanced at Genevieve from the rearview mirror. When he saw her pretty side profile, he curled his lips. The wind gently billowed past her long hair and made it tickle the back of his neck.
His eyes darkened. He then drove the motorcycle to the place closest to the sunset before stopping it and taking off his helmet.
Meanwhile, Genevieve climbed down from the motorcycle before standing by the railing to gaze at the sunset.
Harry walked over to her, but he leaned his back against the railing instead. As he stared at her orange-tinted figure, he said, “I come here to see the sunset every time I'm in a bad mood. Watching the sunset here makes me feel better. What about you, Genevieve? Are you feeling any better?”
“Mm.” Genevieve tucked away the stray strand of hair by her face and smiled. “It's hard to stay gloomy after looking at the beautiful sunset.”
When she went overseas with Armand for the show, she even planned to ask him to accompany her for a hike up Mount Drakon. She wanted to lie in his arms and watch the sunrise with him after waking up, but alas, it never happened.
Nevertheless, the sunset in front of her was a beautiful one as well.
Harry even pulled Genevieve to the beach and let her feel the sea breeze on her face before leaving a long track of footprints on the beach with her.
When the sun went below the horizon and cast a blanket of darkness over the land, it was time for the two to return.
“Genevieve, my right arm hurts a little,” Harry told Genevieve as they walked back to the road. “Why don't you steer the bike instead?”
“I'll take you to the hospital for a checkup.” Genevieve knew that he had severely fractured his right arm before.
Harry hummed in agreement. Not long after he climbed onto the motorcycle, he wrapped an arm around Genevieve's waist and placed his palm on her waist to gently hug her.
Genevieve did not dwell on it, thinking that he was holding onto her to avoid falling off the motorcycle.
After going back to the city, the first place Genevieve went to was the emergency department. The doctor then filmed Harry's right arm and informed them that his arm was fine.
By the time they left the hospital, it was after seven, and the air was a little colder than before.
“Genevieve, what do you want to eat?” Harry asked. “I know a nice Jetroinian restaurant. Why don't I take you there to try it out?”
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