The Darling of the Paranoid Tycoon

Opal and the other servants covered their eyes. They sensibly retired and closed the door for Harriet and Delbert. It was inappropriate for them to witness the scene, even though Delbert and Carlson didn’t treat them as outsiders. In the kitchen, Delbert deepened the kiss.

It was not until Harriet was out of breath that Delbert let go of her.

“W-What else are you up to?” Harriet’s heart was flustered.

Delbert picked her up and placed her on the table.

“I'm going to cook for you,” he said, tapping her head.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Harriet watched him get busy. Sure enough, a man was the most charming when he was focused.

When the food was ready, Delbert carried her upstairs to the bedroom and fed her bite by bite.

Harriet stared at him, touched by her tenderness.

The distance between them was close, and the air in the kitchen became ambiguous.

Concerned about her injury, Delbert restrained his desires.

Harriet suddenly reached out her hands, threw herself into his arms, and rubbed against his chin. His face was smooth and free from stubble.

“What's wrong?” Delbert asked. faint glow. Delbert was sleeping soundly, showing no sign of waking up.

Harriet quietly turned off the alarm clock and planned to get out of

bed. She had to go to the Munoz Group early to attend the shareholders’ meeting. If she was late, those old foxes would gossip again. She changed into a suit with black and white stripes and neatly combed her hair into a bun.