Chapter 2
Harriet was flooded with a complicated mix of emotions as she
looked at them.
Ellsworth used to be nice to her, saying yes to her every
request. He had even carried her out from a fire once.
How had they ended up like this?
After staring at them for a while, Harriet stepped into the
bedroom without saying a word.
As she walked out again in the white dress identical to Kelsey’s,
Kelsey had already left.
So had Jolene and Zane.
Meanwhile, someone kept banging on the door.
“Mr. Townsend, is it true that you’re getting a divorce?”
“Mr. Townsend, are you with Ms. Graham now?”
If anyone had taken photos of Ellsworth and Kelsey together,
the Townsend Group’s stock would be in freefall tomorrow.
Ellsworth uncrossed his legs, tossed his phone away, and stood
- Then he strolled to the door and opened it.
“Mr. Townsend, will Ms. Chavez still work at the Townsend
Group after the divorce? How much will she get?”
“Mr. Townsend, the whole town is waiting for your divorce
negotiations. Will she get the Townsend Group’s shares?”
Still standing by the bedroom door, Harriet chuckled. The
reporters sounded so certain about a divorce-they sure had a
knack for predicting things.
Looking at them, she steeled herself and walked gracefully
behind Ellsworth.
She wrapped her slender arms around his waist, rested her chin
on his shoulder, and asked in an affectedly sweet voice,
“Darling, what’s going on?”
Ellsworth spun around the moment she hugged him and
murmured “Darling.”
“Ms. Chavez?”
“Ms. Chavez?”
“It’s Ms. Chavez, not Ms. Graham.”
The reporters went into a frenzy, snapping photos the second
Harriet showed up, thinking they had finally caught Ellsworth
in some major gossip.
However, they were disappointed again. Like always, it was
Harriet.
Harriet kept her arms around Ellsworth’s waist as he turned to
the reporters and asked lazily, “Need me to clarify anything?”
“Mr. Townsend, Ms. Chavez, sorry for interrupting you.”
“Mr. Townsend, please forgive us.”
They hastily apologized and then left.
Ellsworth closed the door and turned around. Harriet quickly
withdrew her arms and explained, “It was just to convince the
reporters.”
She was polite yet distant.
Ellsworth didn’t say anything. He walked to the coat rack and
took off his robe, his back to her.
He had broad shoulders and a lean waist.
Thanks to years of working out, every cut and curve of his
body was perfectly defined.
Harriet’s cheeks heated. She lowered her head and then said
quietly, “I’m going back to the office.”
Then she opened the door and left.
Ellsworth turned and stared at the door for a long time.
Then he continued to get dressed.
***
On the way back, Harriet clutched the steering wheel with
both hands, feeling exhausted.
Her chest tightened.
Last month, during her check-up, a small nodule was found.
The doctor recommended she avoid stress and scheduled
regular monitoring appointments.
The nodule had appeared only after her marriage.
She turned to glance at the divorce agreement on the passenger
seat and sighed helplessly.
In fact, she had taken it with her into the room.
But she took it back.
Over the past three years, she had considered a divorce
countless times. However, the scene where Ellsworth carried
her out of the fire always emerged in her mind, stopping her
from bringing it up.
What if Ellsworth agreed to the divorce? Then there’d be no
going back.
So, she had held onto those papers.
***
After Harriet solved the scandal crisis, everything returned to
normal.
It was like nothing had happened at all.
One morning, when Harriet passed by the small conference
room, she heard voices inside.
“You want me to do it again? Ellsworth, spare me. I’ve already
done it six times.”
“I’m so jealous of Harriet. Marrying you completely changed
her life, Ellsworth. She doesn’t even have to handle proposals
anymore. All she does is sign contracts.”
