I Once Married You (Harper and Benjamin)

He Acted Like a Child

Harper didn't understand why he had recently been so fond of arguing with Frank like a child.

However, she never answered this question. She just said, "It's getting late, go eat, I still have things to do later, so shall we hang up?"

Benjamin didn't know if he was unhappy, but he didn't say anything and ended the call first.

After returning to the sofa, Frank had already set aside the tableware and was waiting for her. After she sat down, he picked up a piece of chicken for her. Harper asked, "Why aren't you eating?" "I'm waiting for you."

Harper was momentarily stunned by reflex, then Frank didn't speak anymore.

His deep eyes looked at Harper with tenderness. Whenever he always wanted to wait a little longer for her, even though he knew it might not lead to anything, he still stubbornly wanted to wait.

After dinner, Harper reviewed the drawings and documents again and then asked Sophia to send them to Charlie.

She didn't need to go to the construction site today, so she stayed at the company to review other projects and the company's quarterly profits with Frank.

Although the company was small, she and Frank had a clear division of labor, with Frank handling operations and diplomacy without giving her any worries. This kind of work made her feel genuinely relaxed and less tired.

As work was wrapping up, Frank brought up, "The Mitchell Group has a bidding project next month, which happens to be our company's specialty. Should we go for it?"

Harper frowned slightly, then looked through the bidding project conditions and content that he handed over, and then said, "Let me think about it. Do you have any suggestions?"

"We can do it. It's right in our wheelhouse, although our company is small, we still have advantages in our specialties."

"Hmm, I understand what you mean."

Harper hesitated a bit; she wasn't very keen on having too much contact with the Mitchell family, even if it was work-related.

Frank understood her silence and said, "If you're not willing, we don't have to do it. But if the Mitchell Group can't find a suitable partner, they should come to us proactively, especially since you're now involved in the Martin project. That's a good advertisement. So, Harper, you need to be mentally prepared."

Harper nodded. Working for the Mitchell Group wasn't a big deal; it could be seen as a normal partnership. But after those incidents, her mindset slowly changed. She didn't want to do thankless tasks, let alone be controlled.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

So, Harper needed to think carefully because once she agreed, she would be in frequent contact with the Mitchell family until the project ended.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, Harper left the company.

She and Frank took the elevator to the parking lot. She checked the time several times during the ride. Frank asked, "Harper, do you have plans? You seem quite in a hurry." "Yes, a friend is coming to Mayby, and we're going to have dinner together later."

"A friend? Someone I know?"

"Isaac."

"Ah, it's him. What's he doing in Mayby?"

Frank had met Isaac before, but it was just a casual meeting. Although both were Harper's friends, Isaac didn't have much interaction with Frank, just acknowledging each other.

"He has some work-related matters..."

Before Harper finished her sentence, Isaac's message came. [I'm downstairs at your company. If you don't come down, I'll come up.]

Harper smiled and replied: [I'll be right there, give me two minutes.]

She put away her phone and heard Frank ask, "Are you still close with Isaac?"

"Yes, we've always been close. He helped me a lot during my studies. Although he's older than me, we get along well. He can be childish sometimes, but he taught me a lot of things that I still find useful." Isaac was over ten years older than Harper. They met during Isaac's peak popularity, and their bond had remained strong. Some people were like that; even with rare contact, their connection never faded. Frank nodded, half-jokingly said, "Harper, does Isaac like you? Over the years, I haven't heard of him having a girlfriend or any rumors. Is it because of you?"

Harper's expression changed instantly. She said, "Frank, don't say these things in the future. It might cause trouble for Isaac. Besides, he only cares for me like an elder brother." "Are you sure?"

"It's not about being sure, it's about being certain. I admire Isaac's talent and his straightforward personality without any pretense. If we were really compatible, I probably wouldn't be here chatting with you." Her tone was very serious, and her words carried a sense of solemnity.

Frank quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, I was being overly suspicious."

"It's okay," Harper replied lightly.

The elevator doors opened at that moment, and the two got out and headed to their respective cars.

Harper drove from the parking lot to the entrance of the building. She parked next to Isaac's car and lowered her window. "Get in."

Isaac, wearing a hat and a mask, was difficult to recognize, even for a fan. He opened the car door and got in before taking off his hat, "I've been waiting for you for a long time, much longer than two minutes." "Didn't you used to say that waiting for a girl was a guy's honor?"

"Good, you've learned to use my words against me."

Harper smiled and started the car, heading to the restaurant as per Isaac's directions.

They chatted along the way, unaware of the car that had been following them since they left the parking lot. The man in the car had an indifferent expression, revealing nothing of what he was thinking.

When Harper and Isaac arrived at the private room of the restaurant, the person Isaac invited hadn't arrived yet. Harper couldn't help but ask, "Looks like you owe someone a big favor. The person you invited hasn't shown up yet, but you're here early."

"It doesn't matter. I've passed the age of caring about such things."

"If someone didn't know better, they'd think you were already in your seventies."

"Compared to you, I'm already an old man."

Harper chuckled, covering her mouth. "Yes, you're already an old man, but I'm still a young girl."

"So, I hope this young girl can show some respect to me and be good to me. Contact me more often in the future. Don't wait for me to initiate every conversation or call. You know what that's called? A typical ungrateful person."

Isaac's tone was slow, but his face remained gentle without any displeasure. As he spoke, he gently ruffled Harper's hair with his hand.

Harper raised her hand to stop him. "Don't mess up my hair. You'll be the embarrassed one later."

"I don't mind..."

Isaac didn't let go of her hand, but before he could say more, the door to the private room opened from the outside.

The two were still playing around with their hands, and the person standing at the door also noticed this scene. The four of them looked at each other, except Isaac, the other three seemed slightly surprised. Isaac let go of Harper's hand and then calmly greeted, "Mr. Martin, it's been a while."

"Mr. Whitman, good to see you."

Benjamin walked into the private room with long strides, with Lauren on his arm, also quickly greeting Isaac, "Mr. Whitman, nice to meet you. I'm a loyal fan of yours, my name is Lauren Davis." "Hello, Ms. Davis."

Isaac's expression was mild, but his words were distant.

Harper remained silent. She hadn't expected that the person Isaac wanted to meet was Benjamin and Lauren. But upon closer thought, it wasn't surprising, as Lauren had previously asked Benjamin to help contact Isaac. It was just unexpected that it would happen like this.

She tried to minimize her presence, but Benjamin seemed intent on not letting her off the hook.

With his good looks, he casually looked over at her and asked, "Mr. Whitman, would you mind introducing this young lady next to you?"