Fated Marriage Spoiled by My Ice Billionaire novel Chapter 872

Chapter 872 Grilled Skewers

Chapter 872 Grilled Skewers

“You spoil him, but never me…” he grumbled under his breath.

“What was that?” she asked, having missed his words.

“Nothing.”

He turned the key, the engine purring to life.

Harvey watched their SUV pull away before sliding into his own driver’s seat.

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“Hey Harvey, I’m meeting up with Dolores and Claudia tomorrow,” Henrietta chirped from the passenger side.

“Mhm,” he replied flatly, his tone giving nothing away. After a moment of silence, he glanced over. “So, what’s the real agenda?”

– “I’m kinda low on cash,” she admitted with a cheeky grin.

Harvey let out a short, exasperated laugh. “Low on cash…”

“Come on. I’ve never gone shopping with Claudia before. If we go out tomorrow, I can’t exactly let her pay for me, right?” Henrietta laid out her case. “Plus, she’s getting married soon. I still don’t have a proper gift for her.”

She paused, then added cautiously, “Dolores mentioned you’ve been kinda moody lately… With Harold and Claudia about to tie the knot–I mean, wasn’t she originally supposed to be with you? Are you…”

For some reason, Harvey’s foot pressed a little harder on the accelerator.

Henrietta seemed to notice the sudden surge.

“Harvey, you’re driving too fast. You’re scaring me.”

Harvey eased off the gas, the car slowing back down. “I’ll give you a card later. Buy whatever. Just remember to act right. And don’t ever bring up Claudia’s situation again.”

“Oh.” Henrietta tightened her grip on the seatbelt, letting out a quiet sigh of relief.

But her curiosity got the better of her. “Harvey… does it bother you? Even a little?”

“How about you get out and walk?” Harvey said, his voice/devoid of emotion.

“What? No way!”

It was too late. Harvey pulled over on a downtown street, reached across her to pop the door open, and gave her a look. Henrietta got the message. She scrambled out, and before she could protest, he drove off. leaving her standing on the curb.

“Unbelievable,” she muttered, watching his car disappear into traffic. “Can’t even take a joke!”

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Dolores was right. Harvey really hadn’t been himself lately.

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She glanced at the black credit card now in her hand and a smile tugged at her lips. “Oh well. At least I’ve got spending money now. Who cares about his mood? As long as I’m happy!”

Turning on her heel, she pulled out her phone, called a rideshare, and headed back to Cross Manor.

Meanwhile, Harvey returned to his penthouse. He stood by the floor–to–ceiling windows, hands in his pockets, gazing down at the city lights with a distant look in his eyes.

He knew there were things he needed to let go of. He should have let go back when she came to the Cross family to call off the engagement.

But for reasons he couldn’t quite explain, every time he saw her, he felt this pull, this need to look just a moment longer.

Harold drove back to Serene Manor.

Claudia got out first, then leaned in to unbuckle Zander from his car seat. Harold remained in the driver’s seat, his eyes fixed on the two fresh, unfortunate deposits left on the premium leather mats in the back by their new feathered passengers. He seriously contemplated goose for dinner.

“Daddy, are you mad?” Zander asked, peering at him from Claudia’s arms, his little brow furrowed.

Harold forced his voice to soften. “No, buddy. Daddy’s not mad.”

Claudia tried to hide her amusement at his clearly annoyed expression. “Looks like someone needs to potty–train these two little rascals, or Daddy might actually get upset.”

Zander gave a small, serious nod. “Okay.”

Megan, their housekeeper, came out and carried Zander inside.

Claudia walked over to Harold, who had finally exited the car. “Are you really upset?”

“Yes,” Harold stated plainly.

Claudia hooked her finger with his. “Then don’t be.”

Harold met her gaze and his expression softened slightly. “Fine. I give it a week before he loses interest in them anyway.”

He then called Roger, his assistant, and asked him to arrange for the car to be detailed.

Hand in hand, they walked toward the elevator. The moment Harold stepped inside, his leather loater met with another sticky surprise. He looked down at the sole of his shoe and sighed deeply.

Claudia bit her lip, struggling not to laugh out loud.

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When the elevator doors opened on their floor, Harold promptly took off the soiled shoes and walked out in his socks, eyes carefully scanning the floor ahead.

Claudia fetched him a pair of slippers.

Zander had already corralled the two geese into a secondary bathroom.

Megan, seeing the shoes in Harold’s hand, couldn’t help a small smile. “I’ll take care of those right away.

sir.”

Harold, utterly helpless when it came to Zander’s whims but willing to tolerate them for Claudia’s sake added, “Just… try to keep them contained. And we’ll need to disinfect the areas…”

Megan nodded understandingly, taking the shoes. “Of course, sir.”

Claudia gently patted his chest, a silent reminder not to say such things in front of the child.

Just then, Zander wandered out. “Daddy, I already told them to use the potty.”

“Okay.” Harold swallowed his frustration. He’d never been a fan of furry—or in this case, feathered- creatures. It had taken him ages to get used to the dog.

That evening, Megan prepared dinner, helped feed Zander, and then left for the day.

Having missed his afternoon nap, Zander ate his dinner, took a bath, watched his geese waddle around for a bit, and soon drifted off to sleep.

Harold’s long weekend was coming to an end. Around that time, he received a call confirming his schedule for the upcoming workweek.

“Do you have to go out?” Claudia asked after he hung up.

“No, just finalizing some things for tomorrow.” He paused. “Hey, could you find those extra screws from the frame we assembled the other day?”

Claudia wasn’t sure what he was planning, but she humored him and headed toward the study to look.

Harold followed close behind.

Before she even crossed the threshold, Claudia was greeted by the fresh, sweet scent of gardenias wafting from the room.

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