Sweet Flash Marriage with the Restrained Tycoon (Isabelle and Damien) novel Chapter 758

He wasn’t going to push her for an answer–if she wasn’t ready, that was okay.

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The memory was still sharp in his mind: how she’d once broken her own leg just to escape Darrell and the Bowmans. It had shaken him more than he’d ever admitted.

This girl was scared of him. If she took off in the middle of the night, he might never get her back.

“Could you wait for me in the car?” she asked.

“Do you need help with anything?”

“No.”

“Alright, I’ll be in the car,” Harold said.

“Okay.”

He walked out.

Claudia went to Graham’s memorial altar, bowed three times, and spoke quietly for a few minutes.

The box went into the trunk. Harold didn’t let Jaden get in–he told him to wait in the yard tomorrow; someone would come pick him up.

About five minutes later, Claudia came out and slid into the passenger seat.

“Mr. Cross… what are you planning to do with Jaden?” she asked cautiously, watching Harold’s profile as he drove.

His expression was stern, almost intense, with a quiet authority that reminded her of a high–ranking official. It was surprising, really–she hadn’t expected him to step in for Jaden.

“Get him into school first. After college, he’ll enlist,” Harold replied, glancing briefly toward her.

Their eyes met for just a second before he looked back at the road.

Military service wasn’t a bad path–with Jaden’s attitude, he wasn’t going to go far otherwise.

“I can send you the money for his expenses-”

“Claudia,” Harold cut in, his tone leaving no room for argument. “We’re married. What’s mine is yours.”

Married. The word still felt strange, unreal.

Claudia rolled down the window slightly, letting in a breeze, but it didn’t cool the heat rising inside her.

“Oh,” was all she managed, nerves tightening her throat.

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Chapter 758 No Divorce

Before her thoughts could spiral, the car entered the mall’s underground parking garage.

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“What’s on your mind?” Harold asked as he opened her door and found her still lost in thought.

“Huh? Nothing,” she said, pressing her lips together. She unfastened her seatbelt quickly and stepped out.

They took the elevator up to the revolving restaurant at the top.

Harold ordered–dishes she liked, every one of them.

“Are you free in October?” he asked after a moment.

“After Columbus Day weekend, yes.”

She’d be tied up at Southhall during the holiday week.

Harold paused, his gaze steady and heavy on her. “Would you be willing to come home with me for a few days around Thanksgiving?”

He asked it plainly, seriously, as though her answer truly mattered.

The moment the words left his mouth, Claudia’s heart stumbled.

Her hesitation made something hard settle in Harold’s chest.

Just then, the server arrived with their food, placing the dishes between them and breaking the silent

tension.

“You’re taking me to meet your family, but… what about Loretta?” Claudia ventured softly.

“I only have engagement gifts enough for one, honey,” Harold said, serving a portion onto her plate.

It took Claudia a second to process his meaning. “So… we’re not getting divorced?”

“Who told you I wanted a divorce?”

She didn’t dare answer.

That had been Lowell, risking his neck to give her a heads–up.

“If we divorce, I’ll be a divorcee. At that point, no one’s going to want me,” Harold said, adding another spoonful to her plate. “You’ll have to take responsibility for me. Unless… you want the divorce?”

“No,” she murmured, dropping her eyes. Her cheeks were thoroughly flushed by now.

Take responsibility for him…

For some reason, her mind drifted somewhere it shouldn’t.

“Good. I hope you can take your time–get used to this… to us,” Harold said, his voice low and sincere.

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Claudia was still mentally adjusting. It was a lot to take in.

“Okay,” she said quietly.

She thought back to what she’d once said: Anyone would do.

And now that “anyone” was Harold. Why wouldn’t it work?

He was better than anyone else she could’ve ended up with.

She just wasn’t sure his kids would ever accept her.

“Eat,” Harold said gently.

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Whether it was nerves or the slight spice in the food, tiny beads of sweat had formed on her forehead.

“Do you work at Jaron’s studio?” Harold pulled a napkin from the holder and reached over naturally to hand it to her.

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