Sweet Flash Marriage with the Restrained Tycoon (Isabelle and Damien) novel Chapter 739

Chapter 739 Putting on Her Socks

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Harold’s mind had wandered off completely with her, and he slowed down his breakfast.

Claudia finished about half of her meal, then headed back to her room and returned with a debit card/ Sitting back down at the table, she slid it across to Harold.

Harold glanced at the card, then turned his eyes toward the girl who looked so delicate and slight.

“There’s a little over two million dollars in that account,” Claudia said quietly. “Before Ms. Flood moves in, I should cover my share of the household expenses. You’ve bought me so many things and helped me out more than once. I’m really thankful. I can’t do much, but I’ve saved up this much.”

Harold listened, chewing his sandwich slowly, his expression turning serious. That little speech was longer than everything she’d ever said to him before, combined.

“And of course,” she added earnestly, “if there’s ever anything you need from me, I’ll do it. No hesitation.”

He almost smirked. Here she was, handing him money to spend.

Claudia didn’t understand what he found amusing.

He let out a faint, almost imperceptible sigh, then picked up the card. From the time he was a kid until now, this was the first time a woman had slid a card his way.

So many people had tried to squeeze money out of him. She really was different.

How could he not laugh?

“Actually,” he said, the corner of his mouth curling up slightly, “there is something you could help me with.” His fingertips brushed over the spot on the card where her hand had been, then he pushed it gently back toward her.

“What is it?” she asked.

Harold finished the last bite of his sandwich, drained the rest of his milk, then leisurely pulled a napkin from the holder. He folded it once, dabbed the corners of his mouth, folded it again, and set it aside on the table.

For a guy who looked rough around the edges, there was an unexpected gentleness and refinement in his motions.

He stayed quiet for a couple of seconds, his gaze dropping firmly to her chest before shifting away just before she could notice.

“We’ll talk about it another time,” he said.

Claudia didn’t get him.

Harold was about to marry Loretta soon, and he hadn’t breathed a word about whatever was going on between him and her. What was he playing at?

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He stood up and walked toward the guest room. When he came out, he was in his full dress uniform- sharp, imposing, and untouchable.

Claudia happened to step out of the master bedroom at the same moment, and they nearly collided in the hallway.

She was wearing a plain white tee and black joggers. Her narrow waist was tucked neatly beneath the fitted shirt.

Harold’s fingers tightened slightly.

The uniform stretched across his broad shoulders without a crease, his sharp jawline matched by an intense stare. His tanned skin gave off a clear “keep your distance” vibe.

Claudia instinctively took a step back, like she was facing her old drill instructor back in college. A reflex of respect kicked in, unasked for.

Neither spoke. They moved toward the door, one after the other.

At the entryway, he pulled her white sneakers from the shoe cabinet, then reached into a small drawer and took out a pair of socks dotted with little yellow daisies. He bent down and tapped her ankle lightly.

She stiffened and tried to step back, but Harold didn’t give her the chance. His hand closed around her ankle, lifting her foot gently.

Size seven. Just like in his dream. Even her toes were a soft pink.

The only difference was, in his dream, her toenails were painted a fierce, blazing red, and she’d been pressing her foot against his chest. So damn seductive.

“Mr. Cross, I can do it myself,” she said, pulling her foot back again, her face flushed with embarrassment.

“Stay still.” Harold’s voice was low and firm as he guided her foot back.

She bit her lip and didn’t resist further. A soft “Thank you” came from above him.

Harold barely registered the words.

He was kneeling on one knee, her foot resting on his thigh. His rough hands occasionally brushed her skin as he worked the sock on, shifting subtly whenever her attention drifted.

Claudia looked down at him. The muscles of his leg were solid under his trousers. Her foot pressed into his thigh, the heat from his body seeping straight through to her sole.

Add to that the fleeting touch of his fingertips against her skin, and a strange warmth began to rise from her feet, spreading through her until she felt flushed all over.

She steadied herself with one hand against the cabinet, fingers curling slightly against the wood, overwhelmed by a wave of shyness.

Last night, when she’d bent over in the shower, the ache in her back where the kid had hit her made it

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