Chapter 513:
âItâs justâ¦
I often have drinks with Fletcher, and Iâm afraid I might let something slip after a few too manyâ¦â
He intended to say straightforwardly, âIf I accidentally reveal something, Miss Sanderson, please donât hold it against me.â However, he chose a more delicate phrasing, concerned that his words might inadvertently plant unwelcome thoughts in Harleeâs mind.
âThe truth will come out eventually,â Harlee remarked offhandedly.
After her comment, she briskly rolled up her sleeves and gathered her hair into a high ponytail.
She offered a pragmatic suggestion.
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âInstead of worrying over my reaction, why not channel your energy into something productive, like researching new fighter jet technologies?â
Harlee remembered Coulsonâs grandfather once telling her about Coulsonâs ultimate aspiration to engineer the perfect fighter jet.
After a brief pause, she added gently, âItâs a noble ambition, certainly, but quite ambitious from your current standpoint.â
Coulson blinked, taking a moment to grasp the implication of her words.
He had only ever confided this dream to his grandfather during a heated argument.
Once he decoded her subtle encouragement, he reflected thoughtfully before responding, âMiss Sanderson, I understand.
From this moment on, my focus will be solely on advancing fighter jet technology!â
âGood,â Harlee responded with a nod, visibly pleased by how swiftly her student could catch on and adapt.
Coulson wasnât lacking in talent.
His true shortfall was the resolve to pour his whole heart into a singular pursuit.
If he could shed his external identities and distractions, one day, he would indeed find himself at the pinnacle of his dreams.
âYouâre going to make it, Coulson!â Harlee asserted with unwavering conviction.
A glint of inspiration flickered in Coulsonâs eyes.
While he couldnât pinpoint the source of Harleeâs confidence, her words always seemed to hold profound significance.
Coulsonâs fingers gradually clenched the water bottle he held, his grip firming with determination.
He was resolute.
One day, he would engineer a groundbreaking fighter jet on his own! But to reach that goal, he had to first master every fundamental aspect of aviation.
Coulson sat quietly, his mind weaving through viable strategies and plans.
Noticing Coulsonâs deep focus, Harlee sensed that he had discovered a renewed purpose and was once again channeling his energies toward aviation.
Comforted by this realization, she returned her attention to advancing other aspects of the fighter jet systems.
In the past, Harlee might have punished Coulson sternly, but now, she believed in the power of kind words over harsh measures.
It seemed this gentler approach was what love and familial warmth taught one.
Meanwhile, Coulsonâs ambition to construct an actual aircraft had firmly planted itself in his thoughts.
He devoted the entire afternoon to enriching his basic understanding and eagerly sought Harleeâs expertise for the more complex issues.
Together, they immersed themselves in relentless study and experimentation in the lab until dusk approached.
During this moment, Harlee opted not to have Rhys come for her.
Instead, she decided to surprise him by visiting his office.
Recalling Rhysâ mention of red roses earlier that day brought a mischievous grin to her face.
âSince when is it only men who can present flowers?â she mused aloud.
Fueled by this playful spirit, Harlee drove to the rose garden on the cityâs fringe.
There, she personally selected eleven radiant red roses, watched the garden staff artfully arrange them into a bouquet, and then set off for the Green Group.
Across the street, the sleek Rolls-Royce sports car owned by Lindsay glided along.
Etta, seated next to her, bubbled with excitement.
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