Chapter 119

Marc knew that Harriet was important to Delbert, but he didn’t expect her to be this important.

The pain in his foot made him wince. “Your fiancée bullied me first!”

“Harriet is usually so gentle and timid. How can she bully you?” Delbert smiled, clearly taking sides with Harriet.

“Alright! You guys win!” Marc admitted defeat.

“Forget it, Miss Harriet,” Molly mediated.

Only then did Harriet calm down, glaring threateningly at Marc. “You see, Delbert is on my side.”

If it wasn’t for Molly intervening, she would have stepped on Marc again.

After Harriet withdrew her foot, Marc stumbled back a few steps.

Delbert had been smiling at Harriet the whole time. Tenderness and indulgence were evident on his face.

Marc shook his head, feeling helpless.

Molly noticed his displeasure and asked, despite the tension between them, “Are you alright?”

“Mind your own business!” Marc snorted.

Molly pursed her lips and stopped caring about him. Instead, she turned to Harriet and Delbert, asking, “What brings you guys here?”

“Molly, our villa was burned down,” Harriet explained with a smile. “We can’t stay there for now, so we came here to stay for a few days.”

Although Molly could tell that Harriet had ulterior motives, she didn’t say anything and just smiled gently.

“Okay, I'll arrange a room for you guys. You can stay as long as you want,” Molly said, leading Harriet and Delbert upstairs.

Their luggage had been taken care of by the servants.

Marc was left behind, feeling a bit strange.

He had been clinging to this marriage all along, but this woman suddenly wanted After the guest room was cleared out, Harriet and Delbert sorted out their luggage.

After they had a shower, Cory brought Tucker over.

Harriet held Delbert’s hand and Tucker with each hand, looking very much like the owner of the house as she sat down in the living room.

Mare glanced at her and then at Delbert. He was annoyed, but he didn’t dare voice his dissatisfaction.

The housekeeper prepared tea and was ready to cook. She asked about their preferences. “Sir, madam, and two guests, what would you like to eat? I'll prepare it for you.”

Molly gestured, saying, “I'll cook today.”

Her gaze shifted to Harriet and Delbert. “What do you guys want to eat?”

“We want grilled salmon,” Harriet chimed in, raising her hand.

She remembered his fondness for fish, earning an approving nod from Delbert.

“Okay.” Molly smiled, rising to head for the kitchen and ignoring Marc’s presence.

“Hey, bad guy, aren’t you going to help Molly?” Harriet frowned, glaring at Marc.

“Well, | don’t know how to cook,” Marc said calmly.

Deep down, he was upset about Molly’s disregard.

“Are you going or not?” Harriet threatened.

“No!” Marc refused to yield.

“Fine! Tucker, go bite him!!” Harriet grinned, patting Tucker’s head.

It immediately switched to ferocious mode, baring its teeth as if ready to pounce on Marc.

Aware of the strength of Delbert’s dog, Marc looked at Delbert, who remained indifferent and had no intention of stepping in.

Marc had to swallow his pride and reluctantly headed to the kitchen.

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