Chapter 370

A guy handed her his jacket, and when she didn't react, he just smiled a little and tied it around her waist himself. Still, he kept a respectful distance and never touched her at all. Someone nearby laughed. "Looks like Harold's got a soft spot for damsels in distress." She was way too embarrassed to even look up at him properly. All she noticed was how clean and calming his scent was. By the time she snapped out of it, he was already gone. Later, a friend rushed over apologizing like crazy. When she saw the guy's jacket wrapped around Grace' waist, her eyes went wide. Turned out that was Harold, and what he'd given her? It was their team jacket. But by the time she tried to return it, Harold had already left. That was six months ago. And now, it felt like Harold didn't even remember her at all. Grace sobered up a bit at that thought. She turned her eyes to Harold, watching him closely. Meanwhile, Harold was chatting it up with Leslie like they were old friends. Then they started drin