Craving 17

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.