Chapter 595 Less is More
Pearl didn't want to argue, so she just kept quiet.
RavenWing was about to keep trying to convince her when Oscar came back from his call and noticed the tension.
He looked at both of them and asked, "What's going on? You two having a disagreement?"
"I want her to come back with me so you can focus on work," RavenWing explained, meaning well.
It was the kind of concern only a parent would have.
Oscar gave a small smile. "No need for that. I've handed over the company's stuff to Harold."
"Won't he be exhausted? He hasn't taken a day off in years," Pearl said, feeling guilty.
Oscar chuckled, "He's on a business trip now, and with the new secretary, the workload isn't too bad. He can chill a bit."
Oscar wasn't lying, but it wasn't something that could be fixed in just a day or two.
Meanwhile, Harold was frowning at the airport. He had a laptop on his suitcase and was in a meeting.
The branch manager didn't get Harold's instructions and kept apologizing.
Annoyed, Harold closed his laptop. "I really don't know how he ended up managing that branch. He can't even follow simple instructions."
"Maybe you made it too complicated," Desiree said, opening her phone. "Should I send him a private message?"
"If he doesn't get me, do you think he'll get you?" Harold rolled his eyes.
Just then, the boarding announcement came, and he got up to head to the gate.
Desiree, not waiting for his approval, sent a short message to the branch manager.
They didn't say a word to each other until they reached their destination.
When they got out of the airport, the branch manager, Lowell Warrenhad been waiting for a while. "Mr. Lewis, here are the documents you asked for, along with the supplier invoices from the past six months. They're in my office. If you're up for it, we can head there now, unless you're beat from the trip."
Harold glanced at the documents, his displeasure easing a bit. "Lowell, I was thinking on the plane that if you still didn't get it, I'd give you a vacation."
Lowell got what Harold meant and eagerly opened the car door for them.
Harold checked the time and, seeing it was late, suggested they go to the hotel first and handle the work in the morning.
Lowell and Desiree had no objections.
But when they got to the hotel, there was a mix-up. The staff had booked them a suite instead of two separate rooms.
The last available room had just been booked by someone else.
"Go change the hotel." Harold's accusatory look made them shiver.
Desiree, knowing she was at fault, negotiated with the staff.
The staff checked and apologized, "There's an art festival in town, and many people are here for it. All nearby hotels are fully booked. Are you sure you want to cancel? I'm worried..."
The staff didn't finish the sentence, cautiously looking at Harold.
Harold snorted, "Lowell, go check if that's true."
Lowell quickly came back with the news that the staff was right. Not only were the hotels fully booked, but even small inns had no vacancies.
Hearing this, Harold, despite his reluctance, had to accept the situation.
The suite had two bedrooms but only one bathroom.
Harold was about to lose his temper when Oscar called, so he let Desiree off the hook for now.
"Mr. Brown, we've just arrived at the hotel," Harold said respectfully. "I have the documents with me. I'll send them to you shortly."
"No need for that. You handle it. I trust you. Just make sure the branch employees' efforts don't go to waste," Oscar instructed.
He placed a warm glass of milk in front of Pearl, watching her take a sip.
Harold replied, "Don't worry, Mr. Brown. I'll handle it. But there have to be some penalties; otherwise, it won't work."
Oscar frowned and, after a moment, said, "Punishments are necessary to keep the employees in line. I trust you can handle it. I'm busy here, so that's it."
After hanging up, he grabbed a napkin to wipe Pearl's mouth and playfully stole a kiss.
Pearl glared at him.
Their daily interactions were so common that Christopher, watching from the side, shook his head repeatedly.
"What? Is it wrong for me to be good to my wife?" Oscar playfully ruffled Christopher's hair.
Christopher laughed. "It's fine. I'll treat my wife just as well when I grow up."
Hearing a kid talk about loving his future wife made them both laugh.
As night fell, the city quieted down.
Harold rubbed his eyes as he walked out of his room, exhausted from studying the documents.
He thought about taking a shower and getting a good night's sleep.
As he was enjoying the cold water, the bathroom door suddenly opened, and Desiree rushed in with her head down.
"What are you doing!" Harold was startled and quickly grabbed a towel to cover himself.
Desiree was also startled, her drowsiness vanishing.
Seeing Harold, she screamed, "You jerk! Why didn't you lock the door while showering?"
"I should be asking you! Why didn't you check before opening the door?" Harold seethed as the cold water cascaded over his head, freeing one hand to wipe the water off his face.
The towel slipped halfway.
Desiree screamed and covered her eyes, "Harold, you jerk! You did that on purpose!"
Her accusation fueled Harold's already simmering anger, making him mischievous.
He grinned wickedly. "Alright, it's covered now. We're both adults. I don't believe you haven't seen one before."
Desiree uncovered her eyes and snapped, "Whether I've seen one or not is none of your business."
Before she could finish, Harold suddenly pulled the towel away, scaring her out of the bathroom.
"Harold, you jerk!" Desiree's roar echoed from the room, but instead of being angry, Harold felt a strange sense of joy.
It seemed the suite wasn't so bad after all.
Back in bed, he couldn't sleep.
His mind was filled with the image of Desiree covering her eyes, shy yet stubborn. The more he thought about it, the more he smiled without realizing it.
Desiree also found herself unable to sleep, her mind consumed by thoughts of Harold's mischievous grin. With each passing moment dwelling on it, her face grew increasingly flushed, as if she were running a fever.
In the morning, Desiree yawned as she left her room, bumping into Harold coming out of his.
She immediately put on a stern face and turned away.
Harold caught up, asking, "Going for breakfast? I'll take you to try some local delicacies. They're really authentic. I guarantee you'll love them after one bite."
"I won't." Desiree reacted strongly, then realized her overreaction and quickly explained, "I'm just very picky. Don't think some local snack will win me over."
"Alright. You'll know after you try, Ms. Sandvik." Harold reached out to pull her along, but she dodged, awkwardly scratching his head.
"Lead the way." Desiree didn't dare look at him and only followed after he walked ahead.
The local delicacy Harold mentioned was from a small breakfast shop, only a few dozen square feet in size, but very popular.
There was a long line at the entrance, and as they joined the queue, a young man cut in front of them.
"Hey, you..." Desiree wanted to call out the young man but remembered they weren't in Willow Creek and decided against it.
It was better to avoid unnecessary trouble.
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