The Darling of the Paranoid Tycoon

Chapter 123 Chapter 123 Worried, Harriet stood up. “Delbert, you stay here. I'll check on things.”

But Delbert tugged at her hand, pulling her back into his embrace. “Don’t stir things up. We're guests, and we should just sit here.”

Neither Harriet nor he knew how to cook, so barging into the kitchen would only disrupt Marc and Molly.. “Delbert, don’t you love me anymore?” Harriet pouted, feeling unjustly scolded. She curled up like a ball, looking forlorn. “That’s nonsense,” Delbert said, unable to bear the sight of her distress.

He held her in his arms and soothed her with a soft kiss.

“Remember, no one else treats you as well as me,” he said.

“Then why did you blame me for stirring up trouble?” Harriet huffed, puffing up her cheeks..Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

Delbert was captivated by her cuteness.

“You're just despising me!” Harriet accused, hands on hips.

“How can guests make food in the host’s house?” Delbert explained with a helpless smile.

“That's an excuse!” Harriet was not convinced.

“| don’t want to see you tire yourself out,” Delbert said.

“Excuses!” Harriet grumbled.

Delbert was speechless.

“All excuses!” Harriet remained unhappy.

Delbert’s smile deepened as he lightly pressed his chin against Harriet’s head and patted her back.

“It's alright. Meals cooked by you are for me only. No one else can have it. Satisfied now?” He asked softly. When his deep voice reached Harriet’s ears, she blushed and stopped acting up.

She preferred the patient Delbert to the silent man from days ago,

when they

© +15 BONUS It was quite likely the case. Her innocent and pure look was what those men liked.

If she beckoned, they’d eagerly come to her bed, just like him.

Although divorce was his desire, now that it was on the table, panic gripped him.

Marc’s gaze turned colder. He almost blurted out, “Divorce? Not happening!”

Thankfully, the phone interrupted his impulse.

He glanced at Molly before answering the call.

Molly caught sight of the caller ID on the screen.

It was Lula calling.

“Lula,” he murmured, his voice carrying a tender tone of affection.

Then, as if wary of Molly, he glanced at her and turned around.

“Don't cry. What’s wrong? Do you need me with you?” He murmured soothingly before ending the call. The look on his face was a troubled one.

Lula just told him that she was going to apologize to Delbert and Harriet that night.

He wondered how Lula had offended them.