Chapter 9 Is He Out of His Mind Due to the Kick of Donkey

It was said that the Hanging Gardens of Babylon, one of the eight miracles of the ancient world, was placed in the landscape of this city which was priced by gold each inch!

"You are one minute late. There are still two minutes left you can be late."

Showing the flowers, Harold raised his wrist and looked at his watch.

Sally opened her mouth and was about to refute, but when she saw him, she was stunned.

In a handmade suit, he looked delicate and noble. Under the clear sunshine, his skin was as delicate as porcelain, and his hair was shining with a black jade like luster. His deep eyes crushed all the flowing time.

As the breeze blew, tiny petals rose one after another, glittering like snow, brushing his black hair.

Sally's breath stopped and she was in a trance.

Until there was a huge roar of the wheel above her head, Sally opened her eyes wide and looked at the sky above in horror.

Oh! Helicopter!

The petals and green leaves were swept up by the strong wind and then thrown into the air.

At such a distance, Sally felt that she was about to be blown away and her body was about to fall.

Standing elegantly in the rain of petals all over the sky, Harold's hair was blown up by the wind, and his features were revealed, incomparably exquisite.

"You..."

When Sally was about to say something, her face and mouth were hit hard by the strong wind.

Hell, what a vivid contrast!

The huge rumble made her unable to hear anything.

Finally, the helicopter landed slowly on the lawn in the distance.

When Sally was still in a daze, she was picked up and carried on the shoulder by Harold.

"Ah!"

Sally shouted, and her internal organs were about to come out.

"What are you doing? Put me down! Put me down!"

Sally didn't dare to beat or scold him. She just grabbed his shoulder and wrinkled his expensive suit.

Bang!

After throwing Sally into the helicopter cabin, Harold jumped into the cabin and closed the door.

What!

Sally looked down from the window and slapped the door hard.

"What are you doing? Let me out! Let me out!"

Her phone was still in the room, and the door was not locked. Sophie had promised that she would call her in the afternoon.

'Did Harold find out who I am and want to imprison me? '

"Open the door! Open the door!"

Sally lost her mind and couldn't pretend to be a noble and elegant lady any more.

She could only slap the door with red eyes, trying to find a way to open it.

But the helicopter had already taken off.

As she rose higher and higher, the trees and streams went farther and farther away. Sally's face was as pale as death, and her mind was blank. She just slapped the window numbly.

"Let me out!"

"Open the door and let her out."

Sitting next to her, Harold said flatly.

The driver in front of him frowned.

Open the door?

Was Mr. Harold kidding or ordering?

At the same time, Sally was also frightened and her hoarse voice was immediately stuck in her throat.

'Thousands of meters high in the sky, open the door and let me out?'

She was courting death!

Frightened, Sally didn't say anything. She withdrew her hand from the door and sat back in her seat.

Seeing that there was no sound behind him, the driver sped up in a cold sweat.

He'd better send the two of them there as soon as possible. He might lose his job if he did it again and again!

The helicopter was flying steadily in the air.

Sally kept looking out of the window at the clouds and the small mountains under her feet.

Afraid of missing her sister's phone call, Sally turned it to the maximum. But she had left it in the castle. If her sister called, her phone would be found.

It was a time bomb!

If the explosion could destroy her and her sister, the consequences would be unimaginable!

At this moment, Sally, who had been waiting for her sister's call, rubbed between her eyebrows and prayed in her heart.

Don't call me! Don't call me!

But Sophie must go to the same place and wait for her. If Sophie didn't see her, she must call her.

The longer she waited there, the easier it would be found. 'what should I do?'

Sally was so anxious that she almost burst into tears, clenching her fists.

It was all because of this man, Harold!

What's wrong with you? Why did you lie to me for the helicopter? Are you out of your mind due to teh kick of a donkey?

At the same time, Harold, who was sitting next to her, turned his head to look at her.

He obstinately leaned against the seat and could only see her side face under her beautiful hair. Her long eyelashes seemed to be stained with some crystals, and her delicate nose twitched.

Did she cry?

Harold clenched his fists and looked more serious.

After a while, Sally, who had calmed down, began to think of a solution.

"Where are we going?" Sally asked in a low voice.

"To the party." Seeing her sobbing, Harold hesitated for a while and finally answered.

"Can we go back first?" "I haven't changed my clothes yet." Sally added. "Well!"

Before she finished her words, Harold took out a box from nowhere, put it into her arms and interrupted her.

"I haven't put on makeup yet."

"There is a makeup artist here."

"I haven't washed my hair yet."

"There is a bathroom."

"I..."

Sally was speechless. She swallowed her words and continued to turn her head aside, without saying anything.

The helicopter flew for nearly an hour and finally arrived at the destination.

After taking a shower and changing clothes, Sally put on makeup and changed into the dress prepared by Harold.

The long dress outlined her curve. The snow-white noble fabric made her amorous and pure.

Sally didn't like the long dress and waved it casually.

The long dress behind her was spread on the ground, dragging a brilliant light.

"This dress is called Grace."

The stylist who helped change her clothes couldn't hide his appreciation.

Ah.

"It's a snow-white dress made of silk, with silver thread and diamond embroidered on it. It's really a good match."

Real silk? Silver, diamond?

Sally immediately picked up the dress and held it in her arms, with her eyes wide open.

"Do you know why it is called Grace?"

"I don't know."

Sally shook her head and continued to hold the dress. She only knew that it was full of treasures, which made her heart ache to be dragged on the ground.

The stylist took a few steps back and squinted at her up and down.

Sally felt so embarrassed when she saw her action of holding the dress. She was afraid it would be broken.

But the stylist didn't hide his praise at all.

"The patterns drawn with silver threads and diamonds are piled up snow, coupled with the reflected silver light. From afar, it looks like the beautiful scenery after snow."

"It's not clothes. It's just a piece of art!"

The beautiful scenery after the snow. Sally--the beautiful girl after snow.

Sally's heart skipped a beat.

This meaning of the name was so similar to her own name Shaking her head, Sally immediately interrupted the unrealistic fantasy in her mind.

After changing her clothes, Sally was supported to go downstairs.

Harold was waiting at the entrance of the hall.

Seeing her from afar, Harold's throat tightened, and a glimmer of light flashed through his deep eyes.

She had fair skin, delicate face and soft and lively facial features.

The long dress set off her figure, like a spirit in the snow.