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Turning to glance at Harriet, Ellsworth regained his usual calm 

and asked her in a mild voice, “If it hadn’t been for my 

grandfather’s arrangement back then, if I had proposed myself, 

would you have agreed?” 

Ellsworth suddenly brought up this topic, and Harriet turned to 

look at him again, not knowing how to answer for a moment. 

She stared at Ellsworth, and memories of the past flooded her 

mind. 

Ells, if we run away like this, will the teacher be angry? 

Ells, you lied to me. This stuff is so spicy, so hot, so hard to eat. 

Ells, stop fighting, stop fighting, he didn’t bully me. 

The one I like isn’t her type. 

Do you think Harriet is worth it? 

Ellsworth, let’s get a divorce. 

Memories played in her mind like a movie, and Harriet still didn’t 

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know how to answer him. 

So, she quietly withdrew her gaze from Ellsworth and turned to 

look at the night outside. 

She didn’t give him an answer. 

The flowerbeds and buildings by the roadside flashed past her 

eyes, and she thought of all the care and concern she had 

shown Kelsey, and how nervous he had been that night in the 

hospital. 

She had never seen him so nervous about anyone else. 

So, she didn’t tell Ellsworth that if she hadn’t fought for it back 

then, if she had listened to Grandpa and the others, he would be 

calling her ‘sister-in-law’ now. 

Harriet turned to look out the car window. She didn’t answer his 

question, and Ellsworth didn’t press her further. 

Silence was already an answer. 

The last time at the Rockville Resort meeting, she had already 

given him a clear answer. 

It wasn’t because of love, and even less because of liking. 

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More than twenty minutes later, after they returned home, they 

each went their separate ways-one to the guest room, the other 

to the master bedroom. 

In Harriet’s room, she quietly took her clothes to the bathroom. While showering, her mind was filled with Ellsworth’s earlier question-if it hadn’t been for Raymond’s arrangement, if he had 

proposed, would she have agreed. 

If he had asked her that right after they got married, she would 

have answered him without hesitation, firmly and resolutely. 

But… after all that had happened, whether she liked him back 

then, or whether she still liked him now, no longer mattered. 

Not long after, Harriet finished her shower and came out of the 

bathroom, when her stomach suddenly started to hurt. 

It was a sharp menstrual cramp. 

She put down the towel she was using to dry her hair, pressed 

her hands to her lower abdomen and rubbed gently, her brows 

furrowing deeply. 

Maybe it was because she’d had too much iced boba tea and 

iced coffee in the past few days, so now her stomach hurt. 

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Even though her period hadn’t started during her shower, it still 

hurt a lot. 

Her face was a bit pale, and sweat beaded on her forehead and temples. Harriet rubbed her stomach for a while, but the pain didn’t lessen-instead, it grew worse. She picked up her cup and, 

still rubbing her stomach, walked toward the door. 

However, just as she opened her door, Ellsworth came out of 

the neighboring bedroom. 

The two met. Harriet instinctively straightened her back, then 

gave him a slight smile as a greeting. 

Noticing Harriet’s pale face, Ellsworth asked, “Not feeling well?” 

Holding her cup, Harriet shook her head. “No, it’s just a 

stomachache.” 

When Harriet mentioned her stomachache, Ellsworth 

understood. He didn’t ask further, just took the cup from her 

hand. 

Seeing this, Harriet reached out to take her cup back and said, 

“No need.” 

Ellsworth looked down at her, his gaze brooking no argument. 

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Harriet reluctantly withdrew her hands and politely said, “Thank 

you.” 

Ellsworth took the cup downstairs to get her some hot water, 

while Harriet turned back to her room and sat down by the bed. 

She kept her hands pressed to her lower abdomen, gently 

massaging. 

A moment passed. 

When Ellsworth came back upstairs with the hot tea, he was 

also carrying a hot water bottle. 

It was a very old-fashioned hot water bottle. 

Taking the tea Ellsworth handed her-he had made hot cocoa- 

Harriet felt a wave of warmth as soon as she wrapped her 

hands around the cup. 

Looking up at Ellsworth, Harriet politely said, “Thank you.” 

Ellsworth didn’t say anything. Instead, he bent down, picked up 

one of Harriet’s pajamas from the bed, wrapped the hot water 

bottle in it, and then handed it to her. 

With the cloth in between, she could hold it to her stomach 

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without burning her skin. 

Seeing Ellsworth hand her the hot water bottle, Harriet quickly put her cup of brown sugar ginger tea on the nightstand, took the prepared hot water bottle, and quietly tucked it against her 

stomach.