Chapter 653 Let Me Marry You
Daryl's face turned dark as he stepped up and gently touched the back of his hand to Desiree's forehead to check her temperature.
The scorching heat he felt made his expression even grimmer.
He pulled his hand back, ready to call the family doctor, but suddenly, Desiree grabbed his palm. Daryl was a bit startled and looked down to see her holding onto his hand.
Brynn and the assistant were both watching from the side, with an awkward silence filling the room.
Just as Daryl's lips started to form a smile, Desiree muttered a name he hated, "Harold."
Daryl instantly yanked his hand away.
"Mr. Fields, I'll go get Dr. Chapman," the assistant quickly said.
Brynn found an excuse to leave the room.
Soon, the family doctor, Rufus Chapman, was called in. He took her temperature, prescribed medication, and followed the usual procedures.
But when it came time to prescribe the medication, Daryl suddenly interrupted coldly, "She's pregnant. Make sure the medication is safe for her, preferably something mild that won't harm the baby."
He stared intently at the unconscious Desiree on the bed, thinking to himself. 'Otherwise, when she wakes up and finds out, how much she'll hate me.'
"You have a child?" Rufus was stunned.
Daryl glanced at him and said indifferently, "It's not mine. Don't ask so many questions, just treat her."
Rufus was even more shocked.
But seeing Daryl's grim expression, he figured there might be some hidden story and wisely chose not to ask further.
After taking the medication, although Desiree still didn't wake up, her furrowed brows relaxed. After a whole morning of turmoil, they could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Rufus pulled Daryl aside and asked, "You said the child isn't yours, but it seems like you care about her. Are you planning to raise someone else's kid?"
Even though they had been friends for years, Daryl gave him a cold look upon hearing this.
Rufus swallowed hard. "I knew you weren't that kind of person. So, what's your plan?"
"As long as I can keep her, anything is fine," Daryl paused, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, "As for that bastard, I won't keep it."
The murderous intent in his words made Rufus gasp. "You're still the same as before," he said, patting Daryl.
Daryl was indifferent.
He had never been a good person; what he wanted, he had to get.
Desiree lay in bed for an entire day and only woke up in the evening.
As soon as she opened her eyes, she felt a splitting headache and a foggy mind.
The door opened, and Brynn walked in with a jug of water. Seeing her awake, Brynn lit up with joy. "You're awake! Wait here, I'll go get Mr. Fields!"
"Wait, Daryl is back?" Desiree asked.
"Mr. Fields came back early this morning. You have no idea how worried he was about you. He left the company behind and came straight to find you," Brynn said, endlessly praising how good Daryl was to her.
Her words were full of hints that she wanted to matchmake them.
Desiree felt awkward listening to this.
Suddenly, she remembered Harold and started looking for her phone, but couldn't find it.
"Brynn, do you know where my phone is?" Desiree asked anxiously.
She had gotten into Daryl's car last night and followed him. Today, she had a high fever and was unconscious, so she hadn't contacted Harold for almost a day and a night. She wondered how worried Harold must be by now.
Thinking of this, she got even more restless, looking at Brynn with increasing urgency.
Under Desiree's strong insistence, Brynn reluctantly handed her the phone, which was still charging.
Desiree opened the call log and saw over a dozen missed calls, one of which was from just five minutes ago.
She stared at the familiar number, hesitating.
Although she really wanted to contact Harold, missing his voice and concern more than anything, every time her finger hovered over the screen, she thought of Ember's harsh words.
Just as she was hesitating, the phone suddenly vibrated.
Desiree was so startled she almost dropped it. "Brynn, can you answer this call for me?"
She looked at her. "I don't want to talk to anyone right now."
Although Brynn found it strange, she still helped her answer the call.
To her surprise, it was a man, and he sounded very weary.
Harold's joy was almost palpable through the phone. "Desiree, you finally answered my call. Where have you been? I've been looking for you everywhere, but I couldn't find you. I apologize on behalf of my mom. Please come back, okay?"
"Sir, I'm not Miss Sandvik," Brynn awkwardly interrupted him.
There was a three-second pause on the other end before Harold's voice came through again. "Then who are you?"
"I'm a servant. Miss Sandvik said she doesn't want to go back right now, nor does she want to see you. She asked you to stop calling. She wants some time alone to think."
Desiree gestured from the side, and Brynn stammered as she conveyed her message to Harold.
After she finished, there was a long silence on Harold's end.
Moments later, his tired voice came through again. "I understand. Tell her to take care of herself."
The call ended, and Desiree burst into tears.
Brynn, being older and not understanding the emotions of young people, was at a loss for how to comfort her.
"Brynn, you can leave. I'll take over here," Daryl walked in and said.
Brynn, feeling relieved, handed the difficult situation over to him.
The other side of the bed sank slightly as Daryl sat down.
Desiree gently moved her body, putting some distance between them.
Daryl noticed this, his eyes darkening. He looked at her with his deep eyes. "Is Harold really worth all this?"
"You don't understand anything," Desiree said.
"Yeah, I don't," Daryl said, turning his gaze away. He walked over to the desk and took out a rusty metal box, "I don't get what's so great about Harold. Is he worth giving up your life as Miss Sandvik, giving up old friendships, and sacrificing yourself?"
Desiree was stunned when she saw the familiar box.
Seeing her reaction, Daryl opened the box, revealing a hairpin and some scattered small items, which were old.
The once exquisite hairpin was now outdated, but it was still carefully preserved by its owner, as if time had never passed.
"Do you remember these things?" Daryl took out a small veil.
It was made in the style of a wedding dress, with a crystal tiara on top, a bit childish, which was clearly a child's toy.
But Daryl handled it with extreme care, as if it were the most precious thing in the world, and gently placed it in front of Desiree. "My offer still stands. What he can't give you, I can. Let me marry you."
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