Craving 12

 

Chapter 12 

The room reeked of tobacco. Harriet felt uneasy staying in the 

same room with him, but was worried Patsy might see her if 

she left. 

Unlike Jacquelyn and the others, Patsy wasn’t as easily fooled. 

Ellsworth, on the contrary, was immersed in his own world. 

He smoked, answered calls, and turned on the laptop-it seemed 

he could always find something to do. 

Torn, Harriet decided to do something. She looked at him and 

said, “Do you know? Couples no longer need birth certificates to 

get a divorce. How about we proceed with the paperwork 

before telling the others?” 

She had only read about this recently. 

At that moment, a wave of relief washed over her. 

It meant if she and Ellsworth both wanted it, they could go 

through the divorce without anyone else’s approval. 

As soon as she said this, Ellsworth looked up at her. 

After staring at her for a while, he smiled, seemingly careless, 

“Sounds like you can’t wait to get a divorce. Why? Are you 

seeing someone else?” 

Ellsworth assumed Kelsey’s return had triggered Harriet’s 

jealousy, so this time, Harriet played hard to get to reel him in. 

To his surprise, she actually got her birth certificate back, 

prepared an NDA, and even took the initiative to tell him that 

birth certificates were no longer required for divorce 

proceedings. 

He was intrigued. 

He wondered what unreasonable demands she’d make during 

the divorce. 

Hearing his words, Harriet gawked at him. Did he just say that? 

Just how despicable did he think she was? 

It was impossible to have a rational conversation with him. 

A cruel fact dawned on her-she could never change his 

prejudice against her. 

Never mind. 

It no longer mattered. 

Finally, looking at him with resignation, she said, “If you think 

so, then yeah. When do you have time? Let’s go finalize the 

divorce.” 

She actually admitted it. The cold smile on Ellsworth’s face 

vanished at once. 

He looked at her, his gaze icy. 

After several seconds, he still said nothing. Given this, she said, 

“Get some rest. Just let me know when you’re free.” 

With that, she turned toward the door. 

He suddenly gripped her wrist as she reached for the doorknob. 

Before she could react, he yanked her back toward him. 

She steadied herself with difficulty and then looked up at him. 

Being treated so rudely infuriated her. But then the memory of 

him carrying her out of the fire surfaced in her mind, dousing 

the flames of her anger in an instant. 

Rubbing her reddened wrist, she asked, “Anything else?” 

All this time, she had been baffled. 

How did she and Ellsworth end up like this? Why did he hate 

her this much? She racked her brains but still couldn’t figure 

out the answers. 

Her tone was laced with indifference. Utterly pissed off, 

Ellsworth tucked his hands back into his pockets, tilted his head 

away, and let out a derisive laugh. 

Then he looked back at her. “Name, Harriet. Who’s your lover? 

I’d like to see who’s got the nerve.” 

She felt momentarily speechless. 

Given his countless affairs, did he really think he was in a place 

to question her about this? 

She remained silent. He walked over to the coffee table, bent 

down to pick up the cigarette case and lighter, then lit another 

cigarette. 

Then he stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, his figure faintly 

obscured by the smoke. 

His back stood straight, his legs slender and elegant. Even the 

shape of his head was flawless. 

With him acting like this, Harriet was clueless about what to 

Looking at his back, she said, “You know no one dares to mess 

with you. I was just humoring you. Don’t overthink it. Let’s 

settle the formalities when you’re free. You know Patsy won’t 

let up, right? She’ll breathe down your neck every day, and it’ll 

totally stress you out.”