Chapter 647 Taking Advantage of Her
The assistant locked eyes with Harold, who looked both silent and pissed. For a second, it seemed like he was gonna choke on his words.
But he didn't say a thing, just took the box back.
Desiree glanced at Harold, a bit wary, and asked, "You mad?"
"No." Harold hesitated, then seeing her worried look, added, "You don't have to tiptoe around me. Just say what's on your mind. I won't get mad."
Still, he didn't explain what just went down.
When the auction wrapped up, Desiree noticed Harold glancing back.
She couldn't tell whether he was looking at Daryl.
But she had this nagging feeling there was something between them she wasn't clued in on.
The cruise ship had set sail when the auction kicked off, as per the rules. It would cruise around and dock back at the port the next morning.
So, everyone on board had to stay the night.
The organizers had thoughtfully set up private rooms.
Harold and Desiree got their rooms too, but they were separate.
Desiree was cool with it.
Harold, not too thrilled about her being alone, told her not to open the door for anyone at night and to stay put. He went on and on, telling her to wait for him to come get her the next day.
As they walked, Desiree suddenly stopped and looked at him seriously. "If you're so worried, why not stay in the same room with me? We're married; you know. You wouldn't still mind that, would you?"
Harold coughed, his ears turning a bit red. "No."
"Then why not?" Desiree pressed.
"I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself." He looked away. "Your health is more important right now."
Desiree had planned to tease him. Ever since she got pregnant, Harold had been super tense. She worried he'd snap if he kept it up. But she didn't expect him to say that.
She was stunned for a few seconds, then blushed. "Jerk, go sleep by yourself!"
With that, she bolted.
Harold wanted to chase her, but someone knocked something over, blocking his way. He could only watch as she ran off.
Desiree ended up on the other side of the deck.
The night air was cool, and the wind carried the salty scent of the sea.
She stopped, catching her breath, her face still hot. Once she calmed down, she realized she had no idea where she was.
There was no one around, just empty private rooms.
Feeling a bit nervous, she turned to head back and bumped into a waiter.
They locked eyes, and before she could say anything, he pulled out a spray and gave her a quick spritz.
Desiree felt dizzy and collapsed. The waiter caught her, wiped the sweat from his brow, and dragged her into a room.
Soon after, the waiter went to find the assistant.
After hearing the job was done, the assistant handed him the rest of the money, a card. "The card has no password; it’s got the remaining $70,000. Take it and go."
The waiter's eyes lit up, and he left with the card.
The assistant then went to find Daryl and whispered the update to him.
After a bit, Daryl stood up suddenly, "Excuse me."
"Mr. Fields, where you headed? We haven't even started this round, and you're leaving all your winnings?"
Daryl didn't look back, basically giving away his winnings to someone random.
He made his way to the private room where Desiree was.
Just as he was about to open the door, he saw Harold coming up with a cold look on his face.
"Did you take Desiree?" Harold asked, his voice icy.
Daryl paused, didn't touch the doorknob, and slowly turned around with a slight smile. "What are you talking about? Isn't Desiree with you?"
Harold glared at Daryl, his expression dark.
From the first time they met, Harold knew Daryl was trouble. Maybe that wasn't the right word; in their world, no one had clean hands.
But Daryl was different.
He was the kind of guy who even scared the shady ones.
And now this guy had his eyes on Desiree. How could Harold not be worried? He'd always been on guard against Daryl, but he didn't expect him to pull something at a charity event.
Harold took a deep breath, suddenly stepped forward, and grabbed Daryl by the collar. "If you really like her, don't hurt her. Let's settle this like men. Come at me."
Daryl raised his hand to signal his bodyguards to stay back.
"Come at you," he repeated, his words dripping with danger and allure. "You don't have the right to compete with me for her. I've known Desiree since we were kids."
The darkness in Daryl's eyes almost turned into mist, and now that no one else was around, he dropped the act.
Their eyes locked, and silent sparks flew.
In the distance, the rolling waves mirrored the tension.
Harold's fists clenched tightly, and he suddenly punched Daryl hard.
Daryl staggered back a few steps.
The bodyguards rushed in to restrain Harold.
Harold took a few hits but fought back, each punch landing solidly, using a strategy of mutual harm.
"Desiree!" he shouted into the private room.
Harold didn't know if Desiree was really inside; he was just going on instinct and stubbornness.
It would be best if she wasn't there, but if she was...
Harold couldn't imagine the consequences of doing nothing and just leaving. Even if it was just a possibility, he wouldn't gamble with her safety.
At that moment, Desiree, who had been drugged unconscious, vaguely heard someone calling her name.
She wanted to open her eyes, but in her daze, she heard the door open, and then someone walked up to her and started undressing her.
Desiree couldn't open her eyes, and tears of anxiety flowed out.
The person paused slightly.
Then the actions stopped, and after a while, Desiree felt a hand gently wipe her tears. "Don't cry; I won't do anything."
Soon, Daryl came out of the private room.
Harold shook off the bodyguards and punched him again. "You're such a jerk."
He anxiously pushed open the door and scooped Desiree up from the bed.
Daryl looked at him darkly but didn't argue, as he had already gotten what he wanted.
After one last look at them, he left.
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