Chapter 483
Evelyn nodded eagerly and signaled the waiter to order two premium ice cream platters.
"Harrison, you have to try this one! It's strawberry swirl, and this is Madagascar vanilla. Oh, and this one's Belgian chocolate—"
Harrison picked up his silver spoon and took a tentative bite under Evelyn's watchful gaze. "Well? What do you think?"
He gave a slight nod. "It's... acceptable."
Evelyn clapped her hands together. "I knew you'd appreciate it!"
Harrison took another spoonful, this time more confidently. "The texture is remarkably smooth. I can see why you're so fond of this brand."
"Exactly! And their marketing is brilliant too," Evelyn said, turning one of the elegant containers to show him. "See? 'Among automobiles, there's Rolls Royce. Among ice creams, there's Häagen-Dazs.'"
She flipped to another container. "And this one says, 'Every second with you is filled with love. I'll cherish you when you least expect it.'"
Harrison's fingers stilled on his spoon when she showed him the third container: "If you love her, bring her Häagen-Dazs."
Evelyn continued enthusiastically pointing out different slogans on each container, completely missing how Harrison's gaze kept returning to that particular phrase.
Later that evening, Harrison arrived home with an appliance store delivery team. "Take this directly to the master suite," he instructed, pointing upstairs.
Beatrice emerged from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a towel. "Harrison, darling, why on earth did you buy another refrigerator?"
"For storage," he answered vaguely.
"But we have three refrigerators already," Beatrice protested, then noticed the stack of insulated delivery boxes. "What in the world—?"
Harrison gestured to the dozens of Häagen-Dazs cartons being unloaded. "Ice cream storage."
Beatrice's perfectly sculpted eyebrows shot up. "Since when do you eat ice cream? And this much of it?"
Harrison's expression remained impassive as he adjusted his cufflinks. "I discovered it today. Would you like to try some, Mother?"
Beatrice waved a dismissive hand. "Oh, I never touch—" Her protest died when Harrison opened a gold-rimmed container of salted caramel truffle.
One taste later, Beatrice's eyes widened. "Good heavens, that's divine. Give me another—"
Harrison swiftly moved the entire stash out of reach. "If you want more, have Father buy it for you."
Beatrice gaped at her usually reserved son. "It's just ice cream!"
But Harrison was already carefully arranging each container in the new fridge, his normally stoic face showing rare contentment as he surveyed his frozen treasure trove.
That weekend, Harrison invited the Kingsley brothers over for poker.
Julian groaned as soon as he arrived. "Harrison, I'm drowning in midterms. I shouldn't even be taking time off to—"
Harrison wasn't listening. His gaze kept darting toward the doorway behind them.
Elliot followed his line of sight and smirked. "Looking for someone, Harrison?"
Harrison's jaw tightened. "Where's Evelyn tonight?"
Elliot exchanged an amused glance with Julian. "So we're only welcome if Evelyn comes too?"