The school administrator's swift response to the bullying issue brought a sense of relief to both Harris and Mallory. They appreciated the seriousness with which the school was addressing the problem, ensuring that Harriet wouldn't have to endure such mistreatment again.
Mallory couldn't help but feel grateful for the support system that was gradually forming around her and her daughter. It wasn't just Harris; the school and its administrators were also stepping in to make sure Harriet had a safe and nurturing environment in which to learn and grow.
The following day, Mallory and Harris noticed a positive change in Harriet's demeanor. She seemed happier and more at ease, knowing that her parents, the school, and even a detective were working to protect her. Harris made it a point to spend more quality time with her, reassuring her of his love and commitment.
"Daddy, Mommy, I love going back to school again," Harriet shared. "My classmates no longer bullies me."
"That's good news for my Princess," Harris took Harriet and sat her on his lap. "Nobody is allowed to bully my Princess. Daddy will always come and save you, okay?"
Harriet nodded. "Thank you, Daddy!"
Harriet's joy was palpable as she chatted away, recounting her experiences at school to her mom and dad. She was thrilled to share the news that the bullying had ceased, and her classmates were once again treating her with kindness, just as before.
With an animated expression on her face, she explained how she was excited to go back to school now. Her voice brimmed with enthusiasm as she described the warm conversations and friendly interactions she enjoyed with her friends. It was evident that Harriet was elated to be free from the weight of being bullied by some of her classmates, and her parents couldn't help but share in her happiness.
Mallory and Harris exchanged relieved glances, their hearts swelling with pride and gratitude for their daughter's resilience. They both enjoy seeing how cute she is when telling stories. This was a turning point, a moment where they knew that Harriet's school life would be filled with happiness and acceptance, just as any child should be.
Meanwhile, the investigation into Dominic and Marian's activities was progressing. Jane, the private detective, had been gathering a trove of information, and Harris was becoming increasingly convinced that he would soon have the means to put an end to the rumors and schemes once and for all.
As he shared these developments with Mallory, her eyes filled with a mixture of relief and admiration for the man she was falling in love with all over again. 
"You're doing everything you can to protect Harriet," she whispered one evening as they sat on the porch, watching their daughter play in the yard.
Harris smiled, his hand finding Mallory's. "I promised I would keep you and Harriet safe," he replied, "and I intend to keep that promise."
Harris found himself reflecting on the unexpected blessings that Harriet brought into their lives. It wasn't just that she bridged the gap between him and Mallory; she was a symbol of their love, a testament to what they could achieve when they faced challenges together.
As Harris watched Harriet, her infectious laughter filled his ear. It was a sound that never failed to warm Harris's heart. Looking at Mallory beside him, Harris couldn't help but smile, his eyes filled with love and gratitude.
"Mallory," he began, his voice soft but filled with sincerity, "I know we've had our share of difficulties, but I want you to know how much I appreciate the way you've embraced Harriet and made her the center of our world. She's a blessing in every way."
Mallory met his gaze, her eyes shimmering with emotion. "Harris, she's not just your daughter; she's a blessing to me too. I wouldn't have it any other way."
There was no problem with Harriet and her classmates; the only thing that was bugging Harris was Mallory's business launching. After tucking Harriet to bed that night, he prepared to talk to Mallory.
Harris sat down beside Mallory and took her hand in his, his expression filled with concern. "Baby, I really want to support your business venture. Your online candle business, 'Scented Whispers,' is a fantastic idea. But I can't help but worry about how these issues with Dominic and my past engagement with Nicole might affect it."
Mallory looked into his eyes, a reassuring smile on her face. "Harris, thank you for being so supportive. I know things have been tough lately, but I won't let it stop me from launching my business. My business is something I'm truly passionate about, and I don't want to put it on hold because of these issues. I've already announced it to my social media followers, and I can't disappoint them now."
Harris nodded, understanding her determination. "You're right, Mally. I don't want to stand in the way of your dreams. We'll face these issues together, and we'll ensure that your business is a huge success."
Mallory's eyes sparkled with gratitude as she squeezed his hand. "Thank you, baby. Your support means the world to me. We'll get through this, and 'Scented Whispers' will thrive."
Harris leaned in and kissed her, his worries momentarily pushed aside. "I believe in you, baby. Let's face this challenge head-on, together."
"Thank you!"
"By the way, how was your temporary office?" Harris asked.
"The renovation was done, and I did some arranging earlier in my office. Just in time for the launching in a few days."
"That's good to know," Harris said as he wrapped his arms around Mallory. "Shall we take a look?"
"Sure!"
Mallory had turned one of the rooms in Harris's mansion into her temporary office, a space that perfectly reflected the essence of her budding business, 'Scented Whispers.' It was a haven of creativity, carefully designed in soft, elegant colors of white and pink, mirroring the brand's identity.
The walls were painted a pristine white, giving the room a sense of purity and serenity. Delicate pink accents added a touch of femininity, with pale pink curtains framing the windows and a few decorative cushions placed on a cozy reading nook. The room was flooded with natural light during the day, making it a welcoming and bright workspace.
A white, wooden desk stood at the center of the room, complete with an antique, ornate chair that had been repainted in soft pink. On the desk, a collection of scented candles awaited testing and packaging. A sleek laptop was strategically placed near the window, allowing Mallory to work while enjoying a view of the garden outside.
She had taken great care in arranging the shelves on one side of the room, which held various candle-making supplies, from fragrances to wicks and molds. It was organized neatly, displaying the pastel-colored labels of her Scented Whispers products, promising luxurious and high-quality candles for her clients.
A dreamy, whiteboard hanging on the wall was adorned with sketches and ideas, a visual representation of Mallory's aspirations for her growing brand. Inspirational quotes written in delicate calligraphy were placed around the board, fueling her motivation and creativity.
The final touch was the lush, pink rug that covered the floor, making the room cozy and inviting. It was a space where Mallory would pour her heart into her new business venture, a haven for creativity, dreams, and the foundation of 'Scented Whispers.' Mallory couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement and determination, knowing that her dreams were about to take shape in this beautifully designed space.
"Baby, this is stunning, it suits you and your business well."
"It's all thanks to you, Harris. Thank you for investing in my business even if it's just a startup."
Mallory was short of business capital as she continued to sort all the things needed to start her business a few months ago, so Harris invested a small amount of money for Mallory to pursue her dream of having her own business. "Don't mention it, baby. I believe in you," Harris held Mallory's chin. "Baby, have you noticed something?" Harris asked.
Mallory looked at him with curiosity. "What is it?"
"Tonight is kind of called. Isn't it?" Harris said as he wrapped his arms around Mallory.
"Stop!" Mallory rolled her eyes. "It's not winter yet."
"Is it not? But I feel like winter whenever I don't feel your embrace around me." Harris owned Mallory's lips before she could even react.
That night, they were supposed to make love in Mallory's new office, but she strongly opposed it. Harris thought it was daring and adventurous, but Mallory believed it was bad luck. Harris ended up carrying Mallory to his room and made love like they never did before.