Sweet Flash Marriage with the Restrained Tycoon (Isabelle and Damien) novel Chapter 717

Chapter 717 Is He Embarrassed?

Claudia felt an odd discomfort sweeping over her body.

She realized her period had just started.

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Claudia leaned on her cane and hobbled up to the second floor. She walked across the hallway and pushed open the only master bedroom that had been fully cleaned up.

She rummaged through the cabinets and drawers. The room had all kinds of daily necessities, but there were no sanitary pads anywhere.

Claudia froze where she stood, too uneasy to even sit down on a chair.

She pulled out her phone, wanting to order something for delivery, yet she had no idea of the villa’s exact address.

Claudia opened Harold’s WhatsApp chat window.

A steady stream of bank deposits popped up on the screen just then, adding up to two hundred thousand dollars in total.

She checked carefully and found he’d also linked his bank card to her phone.

They’d barely known each other long, yet he trusted her enough to leave all his money accessible to her.

Claudia stared at the screen in shock and accidentally sent a memo to him.

She tried to recall the message the second she realized her mistake, but it was already too late.

Harold typed, “What?”

Her heart raced wildly. She worried he’d misunderstand her random late–night message.

Before she could make up her mind what to say, Harold called her directly.

Harold asked in a cold, emotionless tone, “What’s wrong?”

Claudia stammered, “I… I need to buy some things.”

“Tell me what you need. I’ll have someone drop it off,” he replied,

Claudia bit her lip, her face burning red. She forced out two words in embarrassment. “Sanitary pads.”

Harold fell silent for two full seconds, then hung up the call.

Claudia had no clue what his silence meant.

Is he embarrassed?

Will he even bother helping me with this?

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Claudia stared at her darkened phone screen as her stomach rumbled loudly with hunger.

There wasn’t a single bite of food downstairs in the entire villa.

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Left with no other choice, she cleaned herself up in the bathroom and used paper tissues as a temporary makeshift pad.

She’d never felt so flustered and helpless in her life.

Half an hour passed.

Three soft knocks echoed at the door.

Claudia grabbed her cane and opened the door slowly.

A black plastic bag sat quietly on the doorstep.

The lights on the first floor were still on.

She caught a glimpse of a tall figure hurrying away into the shadows.

Right after that, the rumble of a car engine started up and drove off.

Her phone pinged with a new message.

Harold typed, “Supplies are at the door. Dinner’s in the kitchen.”

Claudia replied, “Thank you.”

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Howard glanced at Harold, who sat lost in thought in the backseat, as he drove the car.

“Mr. Cross, shouldn’t we hire a maid for Ms. Bowman?” he suggested cautiously. “Her ankle’s badly sprained, and she can barely move around comfortably. We’re all men here, and it’s awkward for us to help with personal matters.”

It was the first time Howard had ever seen Harold so distracted and unfocused.

He couldn’t help thinking back to how Harold had acted at the convenience store earlier, buying sanitary pads like he was sneaking around doing something wrong.

He’d rushed to grab several packs without even listening to the clerk’s recommendations, having no idea if any of them would suit Claudia.

It was only afterward that he’d remembered she hadn’t eaten anything all day.

Harold frowned.

He’d never taken care of anyone in his life, not even the slightest bit–let alone a young woman.

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This felt far more difficult than any mission he’d ever taken on.

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Claudia walked out of the bathroom with her hair still damp. She found a hairdryer in the walk–in closet and dried her hair thoroughly.

Then she leaned on her cane and limped down the stairs to the kitchen on the first floor.

She opened the takeout container, finding a simple grilled meat and bread, along with a soup.

Claudia was grateful he’d remembered she hadn’t eaten. Otherwise, she would have gone hungry all alone, in the empty villa.

She ate the meal slowly, enjoying every bite.

Claudia figured Harold wouldn’t be staying here overnight.

The place had been overgrown and desolate when they first arrived, clearly unoccupied for a long time.

He wouldn’t have left right away if he planned to stay.

A quiet sense of relief settled over her. She headed back upstairs and lay down on the soft mattress.

She endured the dull ache in her body and drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

The next day at noon, a knock at the door woke her up.

She struggled to lift her heavy eyelids. Her body felt weighed down like lead, and she couldn’t summon the strength to get out of bed.

“Come in…” she barely managed to whisper, straining every bit of energy she had.

It wasn’t Harold who walked in. It was a middle–aged woman in her forties or fifties–the new maid he’d

hired.

The maid saw Claudia lying in bed, her forehead covered in cold sweat.

She reached out and touched Claudia’s forehead gently.

“Oh, dear, you’ve got a fever,” the maid exclaimed in concern.

She quickly pulled out her phone and made a call.

It wasn’t long before Lowell walked into the room, followed by a young man carrying a medical kit.

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