Chapter 617

At night, Jane waddled in her penguin pajamas, her round little belly protruding as she hugged the misshapen rabbit plushie her sister had given her. She knocked on Harold's door. When Harold opened it, there stood the adorable Jane, looking up at him with those big, sparkling eyes. Almost instinctively, he reached out and ruffled her hair. Jane: "..." Completely oblivious to any issue with his action, Harold casually asked, "What's up, Jane? Need something?" She had intended to reiterate her decision from earlier that day, but seeing Harold like this well, she gave up. Might as well go with the flow and be a carefree slacker! Hugging her odd-looking rabbit, she shuffled into Harold's room and plopped onto the beanbag chair, tucking her short legs beneath her. Her dark, glistening eyes like ripe grapes fixed on him. "Harold, why did you agree to help Melanie?" Her tone was serious, laced with concern. Mostly, she was worried what if Harold had some obsession of his own, some desire to