Sweet Flash Marriage with the Restrained Tycoon (Isabelle and Damien) novel Chapter 917

Chapter 917 Calligraphy Lessons

Harvey chuckled softly. “You’ve picked up a lot this year, too.”

“What do you mean?” Claudia tilted her head.

He simply smiled and said nothing more.

In the Cross family, she had learned how to love—and how to let herself be loved.

That once quiet, reserved girl had grown into someone so much more open and warm.

Outside the door, Dolores clutched her laptop to her chest, feeling her heart sink a little. She couldn’t shake the feeling that Harvey saw Claudia differently—especially when she remembered how he’d secretly zoomed in on a photo of Claudia once and just stared.

After Claudia finished laying out the stationery for him and tidying the desk, she said, “You keep practicing. I’m gonna check on Zander downstairs. Don’t stop till you’ve got it right.”

Harvey nodded. “Alright.”

As soon as he spoke, he noticed a pair of shoes quietly withdraw from the doorway.

A faint smile touched his lips.

By the time Claudia stepped out, Dolores had already slipped away.

Downstairs, Claudia spotted Harold.

He’d been tied up at the firm all day, but the moment he heard they were all out at the countryside house, he drove straight over after wrapping up.

Claudia dashed toward him and threw her arms around his neck.

“Sweetheart,” she murmured, her cheeks flushed as she hugged him tight.

Harold staggered back a step, laughing as he ruffled her hair.

Lately, she’d gotten so much more affectionate with him.

Arm in arm, smiling like a pair of teenagers, they made their way inside.

From her bedroom balcony, Dolores watched them, a pang of envy running through her.

Harold was all rugged edges and rough charm—not the type she’d ever imagine with someone as gentle and soft-hearted as Claudia.

She just couldn’t get past it.

Harold didn’t stay for dinner. He took Claudia and Zander out for a quieter meal instead, leaving only the two elders, Dolores, and Harvey at the house.

Regina and Louis turned in early, taking a short stroll after supper before heading to bed.

Harvey, meanwhile, returned to the study to practice his calligraphy.

Dolores followed him in.

He didn’t show her what he was writing—instead, he lightly covered it with a sheet of paper when she approached.

“Can’t sleep?” he asked.

Dolores shook her head with a small smile.

Harvey rose slowly from his chair. “Perfect. Come with me.”

He led her to another room—a small, sunlit space he’d had set up as a tailoring studio just a couple of days before.

“What’s all this?” Dolores asked, looking around.

She knew Harvey could sew. Claudia’s stunning black wedding gown had been made by his hands.

The thought still made her a little envious.

“I’d like to make you a dress,” he said simply.

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