TAKE CARE OF YOUR HEART FOR ME

CHAPTER 157 "Your Presence Hurt Me...."

Margaret glanced at Harry who was approaching her. The two were still faithfully silent staring at the departure of Moranno and Yurina who were running - casually running away from them.

"Can you explain what Maronno's words mean just now....?" Margaret asked Harry who was standing next to her.

"I have carried Mr. Moranno's wife twice......"

Margaret's flat face changed a little but Harry was not aware of it still looked at Moranno and Yurina who had been away.

"So right said Moranno's sister?" Margaret tried to set her tone to keep her voice calm.

"Yurina was only discovered when she was kidnapped by Gandis, because she was still in a state of great pregnancy, her body was very heavy, so I helped Lord Moranno to lift her. The second, in an orphanage. Mr. Moranno at that time was still not very recovered from his pain, you were there at that time too right?"

"In such an emergency I will help anyone when they need my help." Harry stared at the face of Margaret who had turned her face the other way.

"Margareth......" Call Harry slowly.

"Hm......" Margaret still looked the other way.

"Can you look at me?" Pinta Harry with a voice that arrived - suddenly sounded raucous.

Margaret was still in her place, not that she would not, but she did not dare to look at the man.

"Margareth..... " Call Harry again, his voice still rattling.

Margaret began to feel the pounding of her heart. The rhythm is no longer irregular when Harry's voice to the eardrum of his ears.

Nine years ago, he had the same feelings he feels today in different men. But the thump - the thump of the past that has left a wound that is still bleeding in his heart.

The memory of the past now lifts circles - clear circles in the corners of his eyes that heat up.

"Margareth.... Did you listen to me?" Harry looked at Margaret's back who was moving behind him.

Still no answer, Harry still faithfully awaits. After a few minutes, Margaret's back was seen moving smoothly up and down.

Harry who saw that, ventured to touch Margaret's shoulder and turned his body towards her.

"Margareth..... What the hell happened to you?" Harry was surprised to see Margaret's face in tears. He immediately wiped Margaret's tears with a small towel on his shoulders.

"Your presence hurts me....." Margaret said with a quivering voice holding back her cries.

Harry was astonished to hear Margaret's words, his hands drying Margaret's tears stopped for a moment. He did not understand what she meant to say to him, but he tried to be calm, his hands again dried the tears that still flowed down Margaret's cheeks.

"I've tried to forget it, but you've come to remind me of all the things I've buried deep....." Margaret again voiced, the contents of the heart that he had been alone without realizing it slowly he revealed before Harry who could only be silent a thousand languages.

"The wound..it can't heal....." Margaret just sat her body on the ground, hugging her two lutu and hiding her face there.

Harry crouched down, his hands touching Margaret's broken hair, but he soon held her back, fearing that Margaret would not like it.

"I'm sorry..... I didn't think my presence made you remember your past." Harry sat on the ground, beside Margaret among the rose-trees.

He looked at Margaret who was still faithful to embrace her knees by burying her face there.

"I was in a very sad condition. I see him doing well, even looking happy without me by his side." The sound of Harry breathing heavily as if throwing a negative aura that enveloped his heart.

"I thought.... I deserve to be happy, even without him betraying me....."

"After meeting you several times by chance in Singapore a few years ago, I felt that the meeting was not a coincidence. Like there's a bond between me and you."

"I am a man who does not judge that all women are equal. That is why, when we coincidentally met again in Japan, I immediately expressed my heart to you. I'm trying to move on from my past."

"We've known each other for four years, and for the past two years, I've proposed to you in person several times....."

"You remember all that?" Margaret raised her face towards Harry who was sitting next to her.

"Yesa... everything......" His feet looked at Margaret's face.

"When I saw you in the hospital taking care of your brother, Mr. Moranno. I want to back off, I want to undo my intentions, but I can't. If what I feel is called love, then my love is getting bigger every day to you, Margaret....." Harry looked sweetly at Margaret as he said those words.

"You speak at length like a woman......" Margaret's chirps that arrived suddenly felt amused to hear Harry's words that sounded as if the seduction of ABG tickled his heart made him slightly raise a smile at the end of his lips.

"It doesn't matter if you think like that, the important thing is that you don't cry anymore...." Harry looked at Margaret's broken hair in the breeze.

Margaret fell silent again, and she clenched her mouth to look at the rose-pobon that was taller than herself sitting on the ground.

"In order for you to be more confident in my intentions, I asked grandma to propose to you to the big lady last night...." Harry was still looking at Margaret's face from the side, which only had smooth cheeks, a sharp nose and not too taper, lips with lipstic fink, and so on, and her eyelashes are briefly moving because of her occasional eyelids flashing.

"Don't you get tired of waiting for my answer that always asks for a little more time as it has been - I said so last night?" Margaret did not take her eyes away from the rose-clump before her.

"I... try not to get bored..In fact, I'm the one who will try to make you bored to delay accepting my application....." Harry said confidently.

"Are you sure that....??" Margaret turned to look at the man beside her

"Very sure....."" Harry stared back without

blinked.

"How much percent.....??"

"No infinity.. the number is so that it cannot be mentioned....." Harry said with a serious face.

"Is that not bullshit and just the seduction of most men?"

"Do you think there's a lie in my words??" Harry stared straight into Margaret's eyes without even blinking a single blink.

Margaret was a little nervous as their eyes clashed with each other, but she tried to hold on to the honesty of Harry's words from the look in her eyes. It was as if the two pairs of eyes were explaining to each other what neither could express in words.

The man next to him again made his heart pound, his blood felt rustling and creeping warm all over his nerves.

"There's little I want to tell you...." Harry said breaking the silence between them.

"What's that?" Margaret blinked her eyes that felt sore in the wind.