Chapter149
Soon after he came out of the bathroom, as Harriet was helping
him tidy up the bed, Ellsworth suddenly asked her, “Harriet, if Raymond had asked you to promise not to get divorced today in exchange for sparing me, what would you have chosen?”
Standing by the bed, tidying up the bedding and listening to
Ellsworth’s question, Harriet slowly straightened up.
Turning to look at Ellsworth, Harriet stared at him for a moment,
then smiled faintly and said, “No, Grandpa knows his limits. He
wouldn’t really try to kill you.”
Harriet didn’t answer directly. Ellsworth glanced at her, said
nothing more, and walked back to the bed to continue resting.
But… it seemed today’s whipping was all for nothing.
***
At seven in the evening, after Harriet finished dinner
downstairs, she brought a bowl of plain porridge up for
Ellsworth. Ellsworth complained that it was too bland and he
had no appetite.
Sitting on the chair by the bed, watching him pick up his laptop
to work, Harriet thought to herself that human potential was
truly limitless.
Ellsworth was made of iron.
Holding the bowl of porridge, Harriet watched him for a while.
Seeing that he still had no intention of eating, she gently
reminded him, “For the next half month, you can only eat light
food. If you don’t eat at all, it won’t help your wounds heal.”
Sitting on the bed, careful not to lean back, Ellsworth typed on
the keyboard and said without looking up, “Just hang a few
more IV bags, that’s enough.”
Seeing Ellsworth act as if nothing was wrong, so focused on his
work, Harriet silently put down the porridge in her hands.
Noticing this, Ellsworth also stopped working and looked up at
her.
Meeting Ellsworth’s gaze, Harriet said nothing and didn’t try to
persuade him further.
As their eyes met, Harriet recalled some things from the past,
things that had happened in this very bedroom.
In the past, she had done her homework here many times, and
had even helped Ellsworth with his assignments quite a few
times.
Most of the time, she would sit properly at the desk doing her
homework, while Ellsworth slept beside her.
Once, when she woke up from a nap on his bed, Ellsworth was
also sleeping there, and he even had her in his arms.
Back then… things were so good.
At that time, she often came to see Kat, but in truth, it was just
to catch a few more glimpses of Ellsworth.
He liked to order her around, never treating her as an outsider,
so she often ended up staying here.
As memories surged, she recalled Raymond’s words about
parting on good terms and speaking clearly. Harriet picked up
the porridge she had just set down.
Without saying anything to persuade him, she simply stirred the
porridge, scooped up a spoonful, and brought it directly to his
lips.
With the porridge held to his mouth by Harriet, Ellsworth looked
Cha
at her without much emotion.
At this moment, Harriet seemed to be stubbornly going up
against him.
Looking into Harriet’s eyes, Ellsworth felt as if he had returned
to the past, back to when they were still students and Harriet
did her homework in his room.
Ells, you have so much homework. My hand is sore from
writing.
Ells, I’m a little sleepy.
Ells, what are you eating?
It wasn’t completely dark outside yet, and the bedroom was
very quiet. Seeing Harriet hold the porridge out for quite a while,
Ellsworth, almost as if possessed, finally opened his mouth.
Ellsworth gave in to her, and Harriet breathed a sigh of relief.
She scooped up another spoonful of porridge and brought it to
his lips.
At this moment, she was silently coaxing Ellsworth, as if he
were a three-year-old child.
Forget it.
Even Grandpa no longer objected to their divorce. There
wouldn’t be many more chances to take care of him like this.
After Ellsworth finished the porridge, Harriet handed him some
milk. She still didn’t say a word, just quietly passed it to him.
A silent kind of dominance.
Feeling the unspoken pressure from Harriet, Ellsworth took the
milk and drank it all in one go.
Seeing this, Harriet pulled out a tissue and wiped the corner of
his mouth for him.
Everything felt so natural, so matter-of-course.
Ellsworth took it all in. He pinched her chin, pulled her closer,
and leaned in to kiss her lips.
Still holding the tissue she hadn’t thrown away, Harriet’s brows
furrowed instantly.
She pressed both hands against Ellsworth’s chest, trying to
push him away, but when she heard Ellsworth inhale sharply in
pain, she withdrew her hands.
He had wounds on his chest too.
Letting go of Harriet’s chin, Ellsworth took the opportunity to
press her head, deepening the kiss.
