Sweet Flash Marriage with the Restrained Tycoon (Isabelle and Damien) novel Chapter 738

Chapter 738 The Tipsy Ice Cream

Chapter 738 The Tipsy Ice Cream

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She thought she would have to make time to go back for a visit. It had been nearly two months since she’d left that place.

Harold kept glancing at her from across the table. Three of her slender, fair fingers held the small spoon, her pinky and ring finger slightly lifted. Her nails were clean and glossy, with just a faint white line at the tips–neat, pretty, delicate. So soft.

She parted her lips gently, taking small bites of the ice cream that was already beginning to melt, and smiled faintly to herself. Everything about her carried the grace of someone raised in a good home.

Harold frowned slightly and looked away.

His own hands were rough, marked with calluses–the kind of skin tone common among men of his background, much like his father’s. Hard to lighten, no matter what.

He nudged his cup of ice cream a little closer to hers. Not enough to be obvious, but enough to shorten the space between them.

Now the contrast between their hands was impossible to miss.

Claudia noticed the slight movement. When she glanced at him, he seemed completely natural, so she didn’t give it another thought—until she saw how strikingly different their hands looked side by side.

His hand was much larger. Their fingers were almost back–to–back, not quite touching, yet she could already feel the warmth radiating from his skin.

Those calluses came from day after day of training, through every kind of weather. They were a soldier’s badge, in a way.

Harold finished his ice cream first. As he stood up, his hand brushed lightly against hers, then grazed her arm, which still carried the clean, subtle scent of her soap. He walked away from the table without looking back.

Claudia blinked. For a second, she wondered if he’d done it on purpose. But when she looked up to read his expression, Harold didn’t seem to have noticed at all. It must have been an accident.

She turned her attention back to her dessert.

He allowed himself a faint smile.

Claudia decided she was overthinking things and settled back into the quiet comfort of enjoying her ice cream alone.

Harold walked back toward the guest room.

The tightness in her chest began to ease.

That evening, when she came down for dinner, someone had already delivered fresh linens and the rest of her daily essentials. That settled it for her.

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At least they wouldn’t be sharing a room.

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After finishing her ice cream, she was about to toss the cup when she noticed the label: 5% ABV, Bourbon Caramel Swirl.

She pressed her hands to her cheeks. They felt warm.

She’d thought it was just from being near Harold.

Hurrying back to the bathroom, she caught her reflection in the mirror–flushed, rosy, unmistakably affected. She frowned. She was definitely going to oversleep tomorrow.

And sure enough, the next morning Claudia slept later than usual. Even her alarm didn’t wake her.

Harold stood outside her door, his dark gaze fixed on the wood.

Last night, he’d dreamed of Claudia again.

Dreamed of pushing into her, again and again…

But he didn’t want it to stay a dream.

So he came to her door.

He stood there a long time. Lacked the courage to knock. Didn’t dare walk in, either.

He undid the buttons of his shirt, one by one. His breathing grew uneven. But when he heard the soft sound of slippers moving inside, he turned and walked casually away, re–buttoning his shirt as he went.

“Animal in a suit,” he muttered to himself.

Before Claudia, Harold had always believed he had strong self–control.

Whether it was training or desire, he could push through with sheer will. Every choice he made was firm, steady.

But just now, he’d faltered.

Now he couldn’t even bring himself to open a door.

Claudia opened her door just in time to see Harold walking past. A faint trace of sandalwood lingered in the air.

What a coincidence–waking up at the same time?

She followed behind him, still feeling uneasy. She wasn’t used to living under the same roof with a man.

“Mr. and Mrs. Cross.” Megan’s voice carried from the kitchen. She smiled warmly and brought two glasses of almond milk to the table, where two egg–and–cheese sandwiches sat side by side.

Claudia hadn’t expected breakfast to be prepared. She’d been planning to skip it to avoid being late.

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Chapter 738 The Tipsy Ice Cream

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