Fated Marriage Spoiled by My Ice Billionaire novel Chapter 910

Chapter 910 Vigil and Confessions 

Harold sent a sticker then replied to her, “Nice work.” 

Dolores was completely lost. 

“Isabelle, I only said a few things to him, and then he reacted…” She still hadn’t figured out how to put it into words. 

Isabelle seemed to pull herself together a bit. “You’re a good kid. Harvey was right about you.” 

“Right about me?” In terms of work, or… Dolores knew she was overthinking it. “He saved me, but now he’s the one lying in that bed. It’s all my fault…” 

“Don’t go there. I don’t think he regrets it for a second.” Isabelle took Dolores’ hand. “I’d like to ask you for a favor, honey.” 

“Go ahead.” She could already guess what Isabelle was going to say. 

Isabelle knew she’d agree. “Spend some extra time talking to him over the next few days, will you?” 

Dolores felt her cheeks warm-once again, her mind had gone somewhere it shouldn’t. “Okay.” 

Isabelle’s expression grew serious. “Smack him, shout at him-whatever it takes. If it helps wake him up, anything goes.” 

Dolores looked at her, and her own mood sank too. 

Over the following days, Dolores stayed by Harvey’s side at the hospital. 

Damian and Harold visited whenever they could, though they never stayed long-mostly to give Dolores some space. 

She could tell they were making a deliberate effort to leave her alone with him, and she understood what that meant. 

But Harvey still showed no sign of responding. 

She tried everything. When she got bored, she doodled turtles on his face, smeared lip balm on his lips, even gave his hair a little trim. 

Still, he didn’t stir. 

Dolores was growing restless. 

One evening, Claudia brought her dinner. 

“How come you’re here today?” Deleros sek 

Amanda had been bringing her ineals the past couple of days, but she never had much appetite. Lately, she’d been craving the hefty beef-and-cheese stuffed rolls-from Isabelle’s place, 

She’d mentioned it to Claudia once. 

And that day, Claudia showed up with exactly those stuffed rolls. Knowing Dolores hadn’t been eating much, she’d also brought some plain oatmeal. 

“I’ll grab breakfast first. What would you like?” 

Dolores looked at Harvey. “Anything’s fine” 

Around noon, Dolores leaned over and carefully began shaving him with the new electric razor she’d bought. 

She’d read the instructions, but she was still far from skilled. 

“Just hang in there, okay? If it hurts, say something,” she mumbled, then caught herself. “Oh right, you can’t talk yet. Guess you’ll have to tough it out. Don’t get mad if I nick you.” 

She cupped his face gently in her hand. 

Along his defined jawline, there were still a few small marks from yesterday, when she’d tried using her own eyebrow razor on him. 

After that mishap, Dolores had asked someone to bring a proper razor. 

But she wasn’t much better with this one either. 

Harvey’s skin was naturally sensitive-even a light touch could leave it pink. 

Dolores ran her fingers over the shaved areas; they felt fairly smooth. 

“You guys really are high-maintenance, you know? Skip one day/and this stubble just takes over. Now I’m the one stuck shaving you. See? Your life’s literally in my hands. If you don’t start behaving, next time I might just start right here…” she teased, tracing a line along his jaw, “and go all the way to your carotid artery.”