Sweet Flash Marriage with the Restrained Tycoon (Isabelle and Damien) novel Chapter 813

Chapter 813 Robin’s Crush

Randall watched her leave before turning his attention back to Robin.

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Robin was bearing as he packed up his things, carefully returning the brush to its spot on the desk. He hummed a tune under his breath, taking a good ten minutes to tidy up before finally heading out of the

classroom.

“Uncle,” Robin greeted Randall with a wide grin.

“What’s got you in such a good mood?” Randall found it odd.

Claudia had only been there for two hours, yet Robin seemed like a completely different person. It was just as Claudia had mentioned–he really had changed.

“Nothing,” Robin replied, still smiling, and didn’t elaborate.

Claudia was still on her phone when she stepped outside and spotted Harold leaning against the car in a sharp suit.

Their eyes met briefly. As she approached, Harold ended his call and slipped the phone into his pocket.

She sounded mildly surprised. “What are you doing here?”

Noticing her smile, Harold closed the distance between them. “I stopped by Southhall Compound and didn’t see you. Nora mentioned you were here, so I came over.”

“Oh.”

Harold reached out, naturally taking her bag from her hand, then turned to open the passenger door.

Pressing her lips together, Claudia walked alongside him and got in.

Nora had driven her here that morning before returning to Southhall Compound to handle some errands. She hadn’t expected Harold to come pick her up.

Once she was seated, Harold leaned across to fasten her seatbelt.

Claudia vividly remembered the last time he’d done this–back when they weren’t nearly as close.

That day in the car, he’d tipped her chin up and said, half annoyed, half wounded, “I’m wearing long sleeves. It’s not like I’m naked. And even if I were, it’s not like you haven’t seen everything already. What are you so nervous about?”

“What are you staring at?” Harold asked, glancing at her as he settled into the driver’s seat.

While buckling her in, she’d been watching him intently, her gaze following him until he took the wheel.

Claudia shook her head slightly.

Harold gave a faint smile and started the car.

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Chapter 813 Robin’s Crush

As they drove past the entrance of Willow Studio, both Randall and Robin caught sight of them.

Robin didn’t look too pleased about it.

Randall glanced at the departing car, then at his nephew, before getting into his own vehicle.

Once inside, Robin stole a look at Randall. “Uncle, when am I allowed to start dating?”

“When I get married,” Randall replied flatly.

“Then I might never have a girlfriend.”

Randall shot him a look. “What, even someone like you has a crush now?”

“Why wouldn’t I be allowed to have a crush?”

Randall let out a soft scoff and shook his head.

Robin muttered under his breath, “I know I’m not really in her league, though.”

“Glad you realize that.”

Robin frowned. “Uncle, you didn’t even ask who it is. How do you know I’m not good enough?”

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Randall pulled to a stop at a red light. He tilted his chin toward the curb where a dog was relieving itself.

“See that?” he said. “Even dogs pick up good habits and learn tricks to please their owners. All you ever do is create messes and leave someone else to tidy up your mess. No one’s going to put up with that–you’re impossible to get along with.”

Robin stared at him, baffled. “Uncle, you’re supposed to be the cultured, well–read type. How do words that crude even come out of your mouth?”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” Randall eased the car forward as the light turned green, then added sternly, “And that question you asked earlier? Tuck it away. Don’t go causing trouble for me.”

Robin was still a teenager–all his social circle was basically schoolmates. If he actually started dating someone and her parents came knocking, it’d be a headache. Besides, given Robin’s temperament, the idea of him with a girlfriend was… awkward, to say the least.

Robin rolled his eyes but dropped the subject.

“Uncle, do you have Ms. Bowman’s number? Like, her cell or something?”

“No.”

Robin sighed dramatically. “Some guardian you are. You don’t even have your kid’s teacher’s contact info.”

Randall paused at that. The kid had a point.

He pulled over to the shoulder, picked up his phone, found Claudia’s number in the group chat, and sent

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