Chapter 652 She Is My Wife
Daryl didn't push Desiree for an answer right away. He let her crash in a guest room to rest up.
Desiree had no clue where else to go.
She'd turned off her phone, didn't want to see Harold, and definitely couldn't go back home, so she just stayed.
The next morning, she turned her phone back on and saw over a dozen missed calls—all from Harold.
"Miss Sandvik." There was a knock on the door, and an unfamiliar voice. "You up?"
Desiree opened the door to find a middle-aged woman with a kind face, holding a tray of delicious-smelling brunch.
Seeing her expression, the woman explained, "I'm the housekeeper here. You can call me Brynn Elise. Mr. Fields told me not to disturb you, but it's almost noon and you haven't eaten anything. I was worried, so I brought you some food."
She placed it on a nearby table.
"Did Daryl ask you to do this?" Desiree asked.
"Sort of. Mr. Fields is very concerned about you. To be honest, I was transferred here from the Fields Family." Brynn looked at her with a caring gaze, making her feel a bit awkward. "In all these years, I've never seen Mr. Fields care so much about anyone."
"Really?" Desiree mumbled, not sure what to say. She knew Daryl's feelings for her.
Honestly, she already regretted getting into his car last night.
She'd been too shocked, caught in the rain, and not thinking straight. Otherwise, she wouldn't have ended up at his place.
Her head hurt from overthinking. Desiree held her head, her voice weak. "Just leave it there. I'll eat it later."
She then sat back on the bed.
Brynn noticed her pale lips and suddenly exclaimed, "Did you catch a cold? You look so pale!"
Before Desiree could respond, Brynn hurriedly went to find Daryl. "No, I have to tell Mr. Fields and get him back."
Turned out Daryl had gone to the office early in the morning. Desiree quickly stopped her, saying, "No need. I know my body well. A common cold can be treated with some medicine. No need to trouble him."
She already regretted last night's events enough. And she didn't want to trouble Daryl any further and get entangled any deeper.
In the end, Brynn reluctantly agreed.
After all the fuss in the morning, Desiree developed a high fever and lay in bed, unconscious.
Brynn took care of her.
While wringing out a hot towel, she suddenly heard low murmurs from the bed,
"I'm not, I really didn't, Harold, you have to believe me..."
Brynn leaned in closer but still couldn't understand. She muttered, "Miss Sandvik must be delirious from the fever. What is she saying? No, I can't let this go untreated."
She ended up telling Daryl about Desiree's illness.
At Fields Corporation.
Daryl was in a meeting with dozens of employees, a large screen behind him projecting a PowerPoint presentation, and the project team leader on stage speaking passionately.
Daryl looked like he was paying attention, but his mind was somewhere else.
His lips were pressed together, and his deep eyes were staring off into space.
Finally, the team leader, parched from talking, stopped and looked at him expectantly, "Mr. Fields, what do you think?"
"Looks good." Daryl replied casually, standing up with an air of indifference, "Let's go with this plan."
With that, he walked out, leaving the bewildered employees behind.
As soon as he stepped outside, his assistant rushed up to him. "Mr. Fields, someone forced their way into the company, demanding to see you."
Daryl paused.
Moments later, he went downstairs and, sure enough, saw Harold.
Their encounter this time was even more tense than the last one on the yacht. Both had stern expressions, looking like they might throw punches any second.
The receptionist was on edge, afraid of getting caught in the crossfire.
"Daryl, where did you take Desiree?" Harold asked coldly.
He had already checked Desiree's house and couldn't find her. Besides Daryl, he couldn't think of anywhere else she might go.
She wasn't the type to wander around, and she didn't know many people. Daryl was the most suspicious, especially since he had a history of taking her away.
Daryl, hands in his pockets, raised an indifferent eyebrow. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Harold's eyes filled with anger. "Daryl! You know exactly what I'm talking about. Who else but you has such inappropriate feelings for Desiree? Don't think I don't know you manipulated public opinion!"
Their eyes clashed, one filled with restrained fury, the other with provocation.
The receptionist covered her mouth in disbelief.
Hearing such a big revelation, would she be kicked out of the company?
Daryl refused to reveal Desiree's whereabouts.
Eventually, Harold lost his patience, but he wasn't the type to start a fight in public.
He stepped closer, looking directly into Daryl's eyes. For the first time, their eyes met so closely. "I will keep looking for her. Desiree is my wife. Mr. Fields, don't forget that."
Daryl's fake smile gradually faded.
He looked at Harold, his eyes devoid of emotion, as if contemplating how to get rid of him.
In the end, Harold left without looking back.
Daryl remained still.
Until his assistant hurried over. "Mr. Fields, Brynn from home just called. I took the call for you. She said Miss Sandvik has a high fever."
Daryl's eyes trembled, and his expression changed instantly, his face darkening with a terrifying aura. "Then hurry up and get the car ready to go back."
The assistant didn't dare delay. No one knew his temperament better than him.
When Daryl arrived at the villa, Desiree was still burning with fever. Because she kept talking deliriously and refused to move, Brynn couldn't call anyone to move her and had to try to cool her down.
Seeing Daryl return, Brynn looked as if she had seen hope. "Mr. Fields, you're finally back!"
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