Sweet Flash Marriage with the Restrained Tycoon (Isabelle and Damien) novel Chapter 861

Chapter 861 Making Up Is Hard to Do

Chapter 861 Making Up Is Hard to Do

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She had only just begun to remember fragments of her past. Dumping everything on her all at once would be overwhelming and counterproductive.

They were already inside, anyway. There was no need to rush.

“Alright, I’ll take your word for it,” Claudia replied with a soft smile. She lifted the freshly baked pumpkin pie. “How does it look?”

“Kind of messy,” Harold said, not one to sugarcoat things.

“Typical guy answer,” Claudia sighed, though her eyes were playful.

Over at Harvey’s end, things were livelier.

– He carried a pie of his own while Henrietta and Zander roughhoused their way toward Dolores‘ front

door, laughing and shoving each other without a care.

Harvey hung back, in no particular hurry.

Isabelle had called ahead to let Amanda know they were coming, so Dolores was already waiting on the porch.

“Dolores!” Henrietta called out, sprinting the last few steps.

“Dolores!” Zander echoed, breathless from running–so much so that he stumbled just before reaching the

steps.

“Whoa, no need for the formal bow,” Dolores chuckled, reaching down to help him up. “Rise and shine, kiddo.”

Henrietta burst into giggles.

Zander scrambled to his feet, brushing dirt off his jeans. “I’m fine,” he declared, trying to sound tough.

Dolores gave him a once–over. “You sure? Nothing hurts?”

“Nah,” Zander puffed out his chest. “I’m tough.”

“Sure, sure, tough guy,” Dolores grinned. “Now get inside, Owen’s here too–brought you something. Go check it out.”

Owen was the son of Dolores‘ brother, around Zander’s age. He’d heard through the family grapevine about Harold’s new kid and had picked out a gift. He’d been planning to drop it off, but since they were coming over anyway, it worked out perfectly.

“Hey, is something baking in there?” Henrietta’s nose twitched as she caught a whiff from inside.

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“What? No fair! I want some too!” Henrietta protested.

Before Dolores could reply, both kids had already dashed into the house.

“Little rascals, Dolores muttered under her breath, but her smile was affectionate.

She spotted Harvey approaching slowly, so she lingered by the door instead of following the kids inside

Dolores stood with her hands clasped behind her back, fingers fidgeting slightly.

“Harvey, she started, almost slipping into a formal ‘Mr. Cross“.

He took in her expression–that look of wanting to smile but holding back–and his brow furrowed “I told you to watch that clip carefully. You didn’t, did you?”

Dolores just stared at him. He seemed even more annoyed than he was yesterday.

She honestly couldn’t figure out why he was so worked up.

Is this guy going through some midlife crisis or something? Getting irritated over nothing.

“I did watch it… she mumbled quietly.

No, you didn’t.” Harvey called her out without hesitation.

Dolores felt her temper rising.

Just because you sat through footage of the dawn memorial service, you’re dead–set on penning a full essay about national remembrance? Spare me.

Harvey kept his eyes on her. At least he’d made her send the video yesterday, and she’d actually done it. Otherwise, she probably would’ve deleted it by now.

Whatever. Getting into an argument now wasn’t worth it. He’d let her enjoy the holiday first. He could bring it up again after Thanksgiving and let her deal with it then.

“You still have the video saved?” he asked.

“Yeah…” Dolores sounded genuinely wronged. Okay, maybe she hadn’t watched it yet, but she hadn’t deleted it either.

She’d been busy all day since getting home, helping the family with baking. Between that and the holiday prep, she hadn’t found a spare moment to watch–or delete anything.

Harvey gave a short nod. “Good. That’s good”

Dolores was confused. ‘Mr. Cross, is there… anything else you need?”

Mr. Cros?

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Chapter 861 Making Up Is Hard to Do

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He frowned. For a second, he was tempted to make her come into the office to work overtime right then and there.

“Would you do anything I asked?” he said, the challenge clear in his tone.

“Yes,” Dolores answered carefully, sensing a trap. She muttered under her breath, “It’s not like you got bitten by something. What’s the big deal? It’s not like someone kissed you on camera.”

Harvey caught her grumbling.

It steamed him up even more. “I’ll let it go until after Thanksgiving,” he said tightly. “But once the holiday’s over, you’re going to watch that two–minute clip and write me a reflection. Can you handle that?”

“You’re seriously making me write a reflection?” Dolores deflated like a balloon, pouting openly at him. “Harvey, what does that have to do with work? Come on, please? I really don’t want to write anything…”

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