Sweet Flash Marriage with the Restrained Tycoon (Isabelle and Damien) novel Chapter 778

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Harold fell silent for a moment. Claudia could hear Howard’s anxious voice murmuring in the background. Then Harold spoke again, his words rushed. “I need to wrap up a few things, but I’ll head straight home after. Just call me when you get in.”

“Okay.”

“I’ve got to go.” He sounded like he was already moving.

“Harold.” Claudia stopped him.

“What is it?” He picked up the tension in her tone right away.

Claudia drew a slow breath as the streetlights came into view ahead. The familiar blocks of her neighborhood appeared, and the tightness in her chest finally began to ease.

She said softly, “I’ll be waiting for you at home.”

Harold swallowed. “Alright. Wait for me there.”

The first thing Claudia did after getting back to the city was take Zander to the nearest ER.

He was put on an IV almost immediately.

She’d been running around all night. Now, watching Zander asleep on the ER cot, she rested her head against the edge of the mattress and drifted off almost instantly.

She didn’t wake until the nurse came to remove Zander’s IV.

“You should check your temperature too,” the nurse suggested, handing her a digital thermometer.

Claudia took it. Her whole body felt heavy and weak—she’d assumed it was just exhaustion from the long night.

But the reading showed a low–grade fever.

They were both prescribed medication. Claudia had thought about going by the police station, but she simply didn’t have the energy anymore.

So instead, she brought Zander back to Serene Manor.

After mixing his liquid medicine, she watched him take it before he settled into her bed.

Unsure if Harold was awake, she sent him a text.

“I’m home.”

Harold, who also seemed to have been up all night, replied almost instantly, “I want to see you.”

Claudia hesitated only a second before initiating a video call.

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Their faces appeared on each other’s screens.

For a long moment, they just looked at one another, neither speaking.

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Harold was still in his car, apparently up on the mountain still. Claudia was curled on the sofa, some color finally returning to her cheeks.

The video call lasted over ten minutes in near silence.

“Get some sleep,” Harold finally said, breaking the quiet.

Claudia nodded. “Okay.”

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

She set her phone down and touched her cheek–warm and flushed, probably from the fever.

She lay down beside Zander, who immediately turned and wrapped his small arms around her.

Too tired to move him, Claudia let him stay like that until they both fell asleep.

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“Mommy, I have to pee.”

The next afternoon, Claudia jolted awake at the sound of Zander’s voice.

She opened her eyes. This wasn’t a dream–she really had picked up a little boy on a mountainside in the middle of the night.

Dragging herself out of bed, she helped Zander to the bathroom and gave him a quick wash once they were done. She hadn’t showered the night before, so she used a warm washcloth to clean him up too.

Then she headed to the kitchen to find something to eat.

She boiled some plain pasta, took Zander’s temperature, and gave him his medicine. By the time everything was done, almost two hours had passed.

She’d never realized how much work taking care of a child could be.

After dressing him in fresh kids‘ clothes she’d ordered for delivery that morning, she knelt in front of him. “What’s your name, sweetie?”

“Mommy, I’m Zander.”

She almost corrected him–I’m not your mommy–but held back, afraid he might burst into tears again.

“You keep calling me Mommy,” she said gently. “Do you know what my name is?”

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Zander stayed quiet. Harold hadn’t told him that.

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When he didn’t answer, Claudia tried another question. “What about your dad? What’s his name?”

“Daddy’s name is Bicycle,” he said in his small, serious voice. “Daddy is really handsome.”

Claudia couldn’t help a soft laugh. “Bicycle? Why not Bus?”

“Not bicycle–Bicycle,” he repeated carefully, syllable by syllable.

She bit back another smile, not wanting to laugh in front of him. “Okay, okay, I got it. Now tell me, honey -how did you end up all by yourself last night?”

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