Chapter 17
She had always been like this, making decisions on her own and
always overthinking things.
She gawked at him for a while, not knowing what to say.
Under her gaze, he tucked her in and said indifferently, “Chill.
I’m not interested in you.”
She still said nothing, watching him in silence.
He got into bed, too, and lay down beside her.
He had a straight nose and a striking side profile.
Staring at him for a while, she asked patiently, “So… About the
divorce, what do you think? Do you still want to get your
family’s approval first?”
With his eyes closed, he let out a cold laugh. “My family? You
surely draw the line clearly.”
After saying this, he turned to look at her.
Though there was a certain distance between them, her faint
fragrance still wafted over to him effortlessly.
It was a kind of natural milky fragrance.
He asked, “Harriet, why do you insist on getting a divorce so
suddenly?”
The room was so quiet. She realized it was their first time
having a conversation so calmly.
It’d be a lie to say she no longer had feelings for him.
Right now, as he spoke to her so gently-his gaze lingering on
her face with seriousness-her heartbeat quickened
uncontrollably.
It was such a pity that he didn’t love her.
Looking into his eyes, she said truthfully, “I’m done always
prioritizing you. It’s exhausting. From now on, I wanna be
myself again.”
Only then did he remember she was never a management or
finance student-she had majored in Robotics and Automation
Engineering.
Since he didn’t say anything, she continued gently, “Ellsworth,
I’m a good wife to you, aren’t I? After all, I’ve always dealt with
your affairs without any complaints. But you know what? Any
other woman could be the same tolerant as me.
“I’m not that special. My family isn’t that loaded. And being
with me doesn’t make you the luckiest man in the world.
There’s no need to stick to our marriage.”
Ellsworth burst into laughter.
He laughed loudly and heartily.
After that, he looked at her and asked, “So, you heard what
Johnathan and Brittany said that day?”
For days, he had been desperate to figure out why she wanted a
divorce so suddenly. Now, he finally knew.
Before she could say anything, he explained, “They were joking
that day. Don’t take their words seriously.”
He sounded so casual. She replied unhurriedly, “Ellsworth,
that’s not the only reason I want a divorce. We aren’t cut out
for each other. I’m not saying this impulsively. I’ve thought
this…”
Before she could finish speaking, he suddenly rolled over and
confined her in his arms.
She stopped talking at once.
Looking into his eyes, she didn’t dare to move at all.
Sensing Harriet’s stiff body, Ellsworth asked her in a deep voice,
“What’s wrong?”
When saying this, he clenched his hands into fists gently and
braced himself on either side of her head.
She swallowed to calm herself down. Then, looking into his
eyes, she continued seriously, “I’ve thought it through. About
the divorce-I’m serious.”
His explanation didn’t mean anything.
His constant indifference, disgust, and neglect said it all. ·
She sounded so firm about getting a divorce. All of a sudden, he
held her wrist and kissed her lips.
Caught off guard, she widened her eyes at once.
Her entire body froze.
Gawking at him, she was so dumbfounded that she even forgot
to breathe.
He kissed her rosy lips gently, softening further as he spotted
how nervous she was.
Johnathan was right. He should coax her every now and then,
or she’d really slip out of his control.
Caressing her flawless skin, he scooped her up from the bed.
She couldn’t help but let out a suggestive, soft moan.
Then she pressed her hands against his chest.
He brushed them away and interlaced his fingers with hers,
pinning her down.
