Sweet Flash Marriage with the Restrained Tycoon (Isabelle and Damien) novel Chapter 863

Chapter 863 Who Gets to Tell Her?

Chapter 863 Who Gets to Tell Her?

“I didn’t say a thing.” Harvey mumbled under his breath. “How did Amanda end up with such a clueless kid?”

“Waiting till after Thanksgiving works for me,” Harold replied, looking genuinely curious. “How are you planning to break it to her?”

Harvey wanted no part in it.

He felt Amanda should know, but he had no idea how to bring it up. This was the kind of thing she really needed to figure out on her own—otherwise it wouldn’t hit right.

Harvey glanced at him. “What’s your take?”

“I don’t know her well enough to say. But she’s Amanda’s daughter, your sister’s closest friend, and your own personal assistant. You really ought to do something here,”

Harold put a deliberate emphasis on the word “your“.

Harvey’s face grew warm. He stared at Harold in disbelief. “Harold, I’m starting to realize you’ve become more and more shameless.”

Nearby, Henrietta and Claudia were watching the two men whispering and getting increasingly agitated. Noticing their looks, Harvey lowered his voice. “I don’t think I should be the one to tell her.”

He hadn’t even said anything today and still got slapped–and he hadn’t dared to hit back.

It didn’t hurt much, but it was embarrassing all the same.

If he actually came out with it, Dolores would probably grab a knife, come after him first, and then go deal with Carson.

“Then who should tell her?”

Harvey’s eyes drifted toward Claudia and Henrietta. “Them.”

Harold followed his gaze. “Harvey, you really know how to pass the buck.”

“You’re the one who sent me that video. You’re in this too. If you try to wash your hands of it now, you’ll be the number one villain in this story.”

“Oh, I’m terrified,” Harold said dryly, taking a sip of his iced coffee before standing up. “Let’s talk after Thanksgiving.”

Harvey took a long drink of his own coffee, trying to settle his nerves.

“Hey, you two… everything okay?” Henrietta asked softly from a few steps away.

“Fine, they answered in unison.

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“Wow, in sync and everything. Guess you’re not fighting then,” Henrietta said, sounding relieved.

It was rare to see them bicker like this.

Harold walked back over to Claudia and started helping her roll out the dough for the pumpkin pies.

Harvey leaned back in his patio chair, watching them, but his mind was still stuck on Dolores/

He rubbed his temples. His heart hadn’t stopped pounding since he got back.

Finally, the last batch of pies went into the oven.

Damian slid the remaining trays onto the cooling racks and called out, “Alright, everyone, let’s head inside. Dinner’s ready.”

Harvey carried a sleepy Zander in, with Henrietta trailing behind.

Harold pulled Claudia aside to wash up.

“Look at you, you’ve got flour all over your cheek.” He gently wiped her face with a paper towel.

Claudia smiled, then asked quietly, “What were you and Harvey talking about earlier? He’s looked upset ever since he came back from Dolores.”

A faint, mocking smile touched Harold’s lips. “He got hit.”

“Hit? By who?” Claudia’s eyes widened with curiosity.

If Harvey got into a fight, he usually came back ready to recruit Harold–who was the better fighter. So why did he return looking so defeated? It really did seem like he’d taken a solid blow.

“Dolores.”

“Oh,” Claudia said, a knowing smile spreading across her face. “That explains it.”

“Explains it?” Harold took her hand and dried it with the towel.

“When a guy gets hit by a girl he likes, he usually won’t hit back.”

Harold paused, as if hearing a piece of ancient wisdom. “You know, you might be onto something there.”

The fact that Harvey just took it was driving Harold up the wall.

“If I hit you, would you not hit back either?” Claudia teased, looking up at him with playful eyes.

“That’s not a given. You could try tonight and see how I handle you,” Harold replied, a sly grin tugging at

his mouth.

Claudia hadn’t expected him to flirt back so smoothly.

Back in the dining room, everyone found their seats.

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Claudia couldn’t help but notice Harvey’s ears were still bright red.

They’d been that way since he walked in.

Over dinner, the conversation flowed easily until Damian spoke up. “For Thanksgiving, we’re an driving down to stay at your grandparents‘ place for a couple days. Any objections?”

“No objections here!” Henrietta was the first to raise her hand.

“Me neither!” Zander chimed in, playing along.

“And you three?” Damian looked toward Harvey, Harold, and Claudia.

“Sounds good to us.” Harvey and Harold both nodded.

Claudia was happy to go along. She loved the easy, warm dynamic of their family.

After the meal, Claudia followed everyone outside to set off fireworks under the old oak tree in the yard.

Zander was having the time of his life waving sparklers around.

Henrietta was busy trying to capture photos while lighting fountains.

Harold and Harvey settled into their usual spots at the patio table, talking low–whether it was about work or about Dolores, it seemed they always had something to discuss.

Damian and Isabelle rocked gently on the porch swing under the oak, sipping coffee and gazing up at the

moon.

It wasn’t full yet, but everyone was already in the mood to appreciate it.

This was the kind of scene Claudia had dreamed about for over a decade. The setting had changed, the people weren’t the same, but the new faces somehow fit even better.

Watching the fireworks burst and shower the yard in bright colors, she couldn’t help but look up through the web of oak branches at the nearly–full moon.

A tear slipped from the corner of her eye, tracing a path past her ear.

Hector, are you looking at this same moon?

Claudia pressed her lips together and turned her head away.

Harold noticed the careful, distant look in her eyes, but he didn’t disturb her.

They stayed out until late, and Claudia soaked in every bit of the warmth around her.

Eventually, Zander couldn’t keep his eyes open any longer, and the nanny took him inside to bed.

Claudia followed Harold upstairs, carrying the quiet comfort of the night with her.

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“I’m heading to bed early–I’m totally wiped,” she said, collapsing onto the mattress.

Harold walked over, sat beside her, and gave her cheek a gentle pinch. “I told you to call it a night earlier, but you just had to keep going.”

A tired smile touched Claudia’s lips as she reached for his hand. “Harold, marrying you was the best decision I ever made.”

He swallowed, his throat tight. Pulling a light throw blanket over her, he said softly, “Get some rest.“/

“Goodnight, Harold.”

“Goodnight, sweetheart.” Leaning down, he brushed a kiss against her forehead.

Exhausted, Claudia closed her eyes and drifted off almost instantly.

After his own shower, Harold returned to his study to tinker with some unfinished seal engravings and a scented hanging ornament. Every now and then, he’d step out to check on her.

Without Zander sleeping beside her that night, she seemed to sink into a deeper, more restful sleep than the previous night. She was a peaceful sleeper–no kicking off the covers or restless tossing, just lying still and quiet, the way she always did.

When Harold finally finished up, he slipped into bed next to her. For a long while, he simply watched her sleep before finally closing his own eyes.

Sensing his return, Claudia instinctively shifted closer, nestling against him.

A faint smile touched his lips. He turned off the lamp and drew her into his arms.

Downstairs, Harvey was still sipping coffee in the dim light. He watched the upstairs bedroom light go out, and something in his own expression dimmed as well.

Taking another slow sip, he noticed a WhatsApp message from Dolores.

It was a file.

He opened it—a resignation letter. D

“Unbelievable,” he muttered under his breath.

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