He gently squeezed her hands twice and comforted her, “You still have us.”
After Ellsworth spoke, Harriet fell silent.
Seeing her sadness, Ellsworth reached out and stroked her face.
Harriet looked at Ellsworth, grabbed his wrist, and said softly, “Kat, thank you.”
She had drunk too much and thought the person with her was
Kathie.
Ellsworth didn’t correct her, just gently stroked her face and
said in a low voice, “Do you want to shower? If not, just go to
sleep.”
Harriet replied softly, “I’ll shower.”
With that, she pushed herself up from the sofa, and Ellsworth
stood up with her.
Seeing she wasn’t very clear–headed, Ellsworth went to the
walk–in closet and got her pajamas.
But before he could turn around, Harriet hugged him from behind, her arms gently around his waist, her cheek pressed against his strong back.
Ellsworth was stunned by her embrace, his heart softening.
For a moment.
When he turned around, he saw Harriet, bleary–eyed, pressing her face against his chest again.
Her eyelashes were long, her nose beautiful–everything about her was beautiful.
Looking down at Harriet for a long time, seeing her rare lack of reserve and rare dependence on him, Ellsworth pinched her chin and reminded her, “Harriet, look carefully, I’m Ellsworth, not Kathie.”
Harriet, arms around his waist, looked up at him.
She stared at him for a long while, then called him, “Ells.”
Back in school, that’s what she always called him.
It had been a long time since Harriet called him ‘Ells.‘ Holding
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her pajamas, Ellsworth just looked down at her.
Their eyes met, and in Harriet’s eyes, Ellsworth saw his own reflection–and… the past.
After staring at Ellsworth for a while, as Harriet slowly let go of
his waist, Ellsworth pinched her chin and leaned down to kiss
her lips.
Harriet was startled and took several steps back.
Seeing this, Ellsworth, holding her pajamas in his left hand,
wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her into his
embrace.
This time, Harriet didn’t push him away. She just stared at him
in shock.
Her expression was clearly the same as before they got
married.
Gazing at Ellsworth, feeling his tenderness and the softness of his lips, Harriet’s hands, which had let go, wrapped around his
neck again.
She gently closed her eyes, letting Ellsworth kiss her, and responded to his kiss.
This was the first time since Ellsworth started kissing her that she closed her eyes and responded.
Feeling Harriet’s response, Ellsworth’s throat tightened. He picked her up in his arms and left the walk–in closet.
After placing Harriet on the bed, Ellsworth leaned down to kiss her, but Harriet raised both hands and gently cupped his face.
She held him as tenderly and delicately as if she were cradling a precious treasure.
Harriet’s palms were warm and soft. Ellsworth held her wrists,
his gaze deep and intense.
Their eyes met. Harriet looked at him and softly called out,
“Ellsworth!”
Ellsworth caught her right hand and brought the back of it to his
lips, kissing it gently.
At the same time, he felt waves of restlessness and heat, but
the look in his eyes was filled with tenderness.
Ellsworth’s kisses made her hand itch. Harriet’s eyes grew hazy,
and she lifted the corners of her mouth in a smile at him.
Her smile was vivid and full of life.
Removing her hands from Ellsworth’s face, Harriet closed her eyes, and Ellsworth leaned down to kiss her lips.
But… just as Ellsworth wanted more, Harriet fell asleep under his gentle kisses.
Seeing Harriet fall asleep like that, Ellsworth was both exasperated and amused.
In the end, he kissed her forehead, grabbed his clothes, and went to the bathroom.
***
The next day.
When Harriet woke up, it was already past nine in the morning.
Ellsworth was already up, taking work calls in the room.
With her arm draped over her eyes, Harriet recalled visiting the
cemetery yesterday, then having dinner with everyone last night,
and she seemed to remember drinking quite a bit.
Thinking further back, Harriet’s mood grew less lighthearted.
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She had drunk too much last night, mistook Ellsworth for
Kathie, touched Ellsworth’s face, and even kissed him.
It seemed that Ellsworth had paid for dinner last night as well.
Harriet felt embarrassed.
Other people black out when they get drunk, so why didn’t she
lose her memory at all?
Although she couldn’t remember every detail, she hadn’t
forgotten any of the important things.
)
She turned to look at Ellsworth, saw him telling someone on the
phone that he was about to hang up, and quickly averted her
gaze.
At that moment, Ellsworth walked over and said nonchalantly,
“Mom says we should go back for breakfast.”
Still covering her eyes with her arm, Harriet replied lazily, “Got it.
I’ll get up in two minutes.”
