You Can Run But You Can't Hide My Contractual Wife novel Chapter 443

Last night, Eric went back to the resort and came to see Mr. Harry, the oldest butler.

With the handkerchief in his hand, he just wanted to give it to the old servant somehow there was something that kept on bugging him. His curiosity about that girl servant who was so distant from him.

Well, it was quite usual for this kind of place maybe.

Maybe that girl might just be shy.

Eric shook his head and got rid of the idea.

Then, he looked at his wristwatch.

It was just a matter of a few hours left and he would fly back to the city and then go back abroad.

His works there were waiting for him and he had no time to spare.

When he was walking in a hallway, he luckily met the old man.

“Mr. Harry,” Eric strode closer to the old servant.

“Good evening, Mr. Grant.” Mr. Harry halted and greeted him politely.

“Good evening,” Eric answered reciprocating his politeness. "By the way, I found this." Eric showed the colored brown handkerchief.

“Oh, that is very kind of you, sir. But… where did you find my handkerchief?" The old servant asked puzzled. "Because I gave this to Helen.” He added still very confused.

Eric nodded and then he smirked.

So that girl was named Helen.

She must have some reasons why she was so distant from him.

“She dropped it,” Eric answered plainly.

“Oh, poor girl! She’s always sick because of her pregnancy.” Mr. Harry murmured worriedly like his guest didn’t exist. “If only her baby has a father, she would not suffer this way.” Mr. Harry continued as he was about to go away with his handkerchief.

Eric was not a nosy type of person but he thought he overheard Mr. harry saying something about the girl that caught his attention. “So, where’s the father of her baby?” Eric didn’t know why he even asked that kind of question.

He seemed stunned also for having time to gossip about someone’s life when he had so many works in his hand.

Mr. Harry halted then he turned around to face Eric.

His eyes were full of sympathy toward the girl in their conversation.

“Hmmm… that girl, Helen… She is a newcomer to this island with her little brother. Please don't get humiliated at her trait as she is really a bit discreet about her whereabouts so no one knows about her true-life story but this island is too small so gossip is the official tabloids here.” Mr. Harry smirked as he continued. “They say, Helen, came here to hide something. Her baby. But … no one could confirm that gossip so it remained a gossip.” Realizing that he already talked too much to his most VIP guest, Mr. Harry quickly gathered his best composure. “I’m sorry Mr. Grant, I didn’t intend to waste your precious time on this trivial matter.” Mr. Harry quickly bowed politely and planned to leave immediately embarrassed by his long storytelling about another people's life.

His sympathy for Helen just enveloped him totally which made him share her story with a stranger.

“Wait, Mr. Harry.” When Mr. Harry thought their topic was over and he could leave him freely, Eric stopped him.

The old man looked at Eric puzzled.

He seemed to study Eric through his eyes and he could not get any answer to his questions.

There was no way that this billionaire had something to do with Helen as they came from two different worlds.

Mr. Eric Grant is like a sky. So high and unreachable.

Helen is so poor trying to strive every day for herself, her baby, and her little brother.

If there were no guests in the resort, she sells dried fish in the street with her brother just to earn and put food on the table.

So there was no way these two were connected.

“This Helen has a brother? What’s his name?” Eric asked full of curiosity which made Mr. Harry more confused as his wrinkles showed deeper.

“Hmmm… Johnny. His name is Johnny.” Mr. Harry answered truthfully even though he was troubled about a billionaire interested in someone’s life. Still, Eric is their guest and if ever he leaves the resort, the old butler believed that Eric would not remember their topic tonight. He is a busy man to start with.

“Helen… Johnny?” Eric muttered like he was thinking of something deeply. “How old is the baby?” He added.

“Hmmm… If my guess is right, 4 months, sir” Mr. Harry answered blankly. “Mr. Grant, are you okay?” The old man asked when Eric was taken aback.

Why his heart was racing so fast and his mind could not find its calm?

Eric heard something interesting maybe because he remembered someone but it wasn’t just like that.

His mind was running wild.

He knew he had to control it as he knew it was too impossible.

‘Helen is not Hanna.’

‘Her brother’s name is Anthony, not Johnny.’

‘And a baby???’ Eric remembered their last night before she went away.

It pained his heart unbearably.

How could he not forget her?

Connecting the dots could not change the fact that it was too impossible to happen.

He knew where Hanna flew by tracking the flight that day.

The place was very far away from this island.

And that Helen was just a resemblance because his mind kept on thinking about Hanna.

He had to forget Hanna.

He was so tired of her memory.

Admittedly, it was not her memory but his guilt and his own self.

Though his mind was telling him that he was right but his heart was still longing for her.

And that was the very hard part.

How to teach your heart from forgetting someone.

In that part, Eric failed.

There were so many women seducing him every day but they could not get his interest.

What’s wrong with him?

Why he could not take away Hanna from his mind?

It seemed all the faces of women he encountered changed into Hanna’s beautiful face like he was bewitched by her.

Should he date another woman to get rid of Hanna in his mind?

It seemed working a lot was not that effective.

“Sir, do you still need anything?” Mr. Harry broke the deafening silence.

"Ah... nothing,” Eric answered plainly trying to get a grip of himself.

“Well then, I would like to excuse myself.” Mr. Harry bowed and after Eric responded to him with a nod, he left.

Eric was left rooted in his spot.

He could not get rid of all the thoughts in his mind.

Helen reminded him of Hanna but again he debated, it was too impossible!

After a while, he gave up thinking about Hanna.

Hanna chose to leave him and that is the fact he needed to live and accept.

When he finally calmed himself, Eric walked in his room’s direction.

He had to take a nap for his early flight and he badly needed to rest his mind.

He continued walking in a long hallway but then he suddenly stopped after passing a wide foyer of the main villa.

His expression turned sharp as he took a few steps back and his eyes quickly landed on a mid-size picture framed and was hanged on a wall together with some other pictures.

What caught his attention was the group picture of the employees in the resort and he believed the well-made woman in the middle was the owner of the resort, Charles’ mom but it wasn’t her that made him halt.

One of the employees there was none other than the woman who never let him sleep at night.

“Helen…” Eric muttered as he gritted his teeth. His eyes turned the sharpest. “Hanna…” Then he smirked meaningfully.