Chapter 664 Matchmaking
Desiree snapped back to reality and found herself standing by the window.
The hospital room was on the seventh floor.
There were no bars on the windows, so if someone leaned out and had a moment of despair, they could easily fall to their death.
She had unknowingly walked right up to the edge.
But she still felt nothing—no fear, no thrill, just emptiness.
She had no clue what she had just done.
"Desiree, you..." Harold started to say something but stopped himself. Instead, he asked, "Are you hungry? I brought your favorite food and some milk. Try it and see if it still tastes the same."
Desiree used to love this stuff. Even after all this time, Harold remembered.
So, Desiree had breakfast in the ward while Harold quietly slipped out to talk to the doctor.
He frowned deeply as he described Desiree's spaced-out state to the doctor.
The doctor listened intently. "This is exactly what I wanted to discuss with you, Mr. Lewis. Your wife is likely experiencing depression. It's pretty common among pregnant women, either before or after giving birth. Mrs. Lewis's situation is a bit different, but losing the baby and going through such intense emotions could definitely lead to depression."
Harold was floored.
It wasn't that it sounded impossible, but he just never thought it would happen to the lively Desiree.
But thinking back, she hadn't yelled at him in a long time.
She used to be a spoiled, headstrong girl who never compromised before they got together.
But after being with him, she had changed.
Harold felt a sudden wave of guilt, almost knocking him over. He asked, "What can I do to help her?"
"The most important thing for depression patients is care, constantly preventing any suicidal thoughts."
Five minutes later, he left the doctor's office, feeling like he could collapse at any moment.
On his way back, he kept thinking about the doctor's words until he saw Desiree's face again, pushing those chaotic thoughts aside.
He glanced at the barely touched food, frowned, and softened his tone, considering Desiree's current state. "Why did you eat so little? This is bad for your health."
"I can't eat anymore." Desiree shook her head.
Seeing her pale face and the involuntary frown as she spoke, Harold sighed and didn't push her. "I'll give you my assistant's number. If you get hungry later, call him to bring you something."
After starting his company, Harold had his own personal assistant.
Originally, he had arranged for someone to take care of Desiree in the hospital.
But Natalia had taken leave for personal reasons, and he didn't trust anyone else, so he had his assistant keep an eye on things around Desiree.
Desiree's eyelashes fluttered as she looked at Harold, who was focused on her. When their eyes met, she pursed her lips and said nothing. In the evening, Harold checked the time and remembered his appointment with Ember, his expression turning cold.
But when he looked at Desiree, he softened again. "I have to go out tonight. If you need anything, call me. I'll be back as soon as possible, okay?"
Desiree moved her lips, wanting to ask where he was going.
But in the end, she didn't ask.
Harold left the hospital and drove to a hotel.
Ember had booked a private room in advance. Harold was the last to arrive, and the laughter inside almost spilled out through the door.
Clenching his fists, he felt his face darken as he recalled what Oscar had told him.
"Your maid Natalia took leave, right?" Oscar had said, "Before she left, I called her over and asked. If you talked to her, you should know who was there the day Desiree had her accident."
Hearing this, Harold had felt a pang of anxiety, a suspicion he had never dared to entertain.
Perhaps he had always suspected this person but didn't want to believe it.
But now, with the door right in front of him, he had to face it.
Harold pushed the door open.
The chatter inside abruptly stopped, and all eyes turned to him. He saw his mother and the highly educated 'Isolde' she always talked about, along with a middle-aged woman.
The middle-aged woman seemed close to Isolde, likely her mother, and Ember's old classmate she often mentioned.
Once again, Harold heard Natalia's voice in his mind. "The drink Mrs. Desiree Lewis had that day was said to be a tonic brought back by Mrs. Ember Lewis's old classmate."
Harold's eyes were filled with cold fury as he stared at them.
Isolde shrank back towards her mother.
Seeing her reaction, the woman looked at Ember and hesitated. "Who is this?"
"Harold, why are you so late? Come and meet Cressida Hamilton, my middle and high school classmate. We've known each other for five or six years," Ember quickly put on a warm smile and introduced Isolde to Harold, "This is the Isolde I've been telling you about."
"Isolde studied music abroad, a top student in the arts, now touring with a music group. She's quite accomplished."
Isolde blushed, embarrassed by the praise. "You're too kind. It's really nothing."
After speaking, she glanced at Harold.
Although Harold's cold demeanor when he entered was intimidating, he looked like he was here to settle a score rather than have a meal.
But his appearance was striking.
With chiseled features, a sharp jawline, and a tailored suit accentuating his tall, lean frame, his cold gaze could leave a lasting impression.
She had never met a man like him.
There were plenty of handsome men abroad, but none like him.
Isolde sat back down, her eyes frequently stealing glances at Harold.
Cressida, sitting nearby, noticed her behavior clearly.
Then she was pleased with Harold as well.
After some thought, she put down her utensils and smiled at Ember. "Harold looks so young. Does he have someone he likes? At his age, many are already married, right?"
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