Craving 52

Chapter 52 

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Leaning against the bed, seeing Ellsworth look over at her, 

Harriet said softly, “I’ll rest first, then.” 

She didn’t say good night to Ellsworth. 

She didn’t give much thought to Ellsworth’s phone call just now, 

either. 

She was used to it. 

Seeing Harriet put on her earplugs and eye mask to sleep, 

Ellsworth walked over, lifted the thin quilt, and sat down as well. 

Looking down at Harriet beside him, Ellsworth reached out and 

removed one of her earplugs, asking in a calm voice, “Why 

didn’t you tell me you arrived this afternoon?” 

Harriet didn’t even bother to remove her eye mask, exhaling 

softly as she said, “You were busy, so I didn’t want to disturb 

you.” 

At this, she finally pushed up her eye mask, looked at Ellsworth, 

and said, “If it’s inconvenient for you to share a room with me, I 

can…” 

Before Harriet could finish, Ellsworth put the earplug back in her ear and said coldly “Sleep” 

With that, he reached out and turned off the main light in the 

room 

Turning her face away from Ellsworth, thinking he was annoyed by her presence, Harriet silently pulled down her eye mask and 

closed her eyes. 

Then, instinctively, she turned over, leaving her back to him. 

On the pillow beside her, Ellsworth turned to glance at her, watching as she turned her back to him, his gaze lingering for a 

long time. 

They all said Harriet could endure. 

If she didn’t like something, she could endure it better than 

anyone. 

The next morning, when Harriet woke up, Ellsworth was still 

asleep beside her, sleeping soundly. 

Turning to look at Ellsworth, Harriet didn’t get up right away. 

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She just quietly watched him. 

The past three years replayed in her mind like a movie. 

With a slight sigh, Harriet exhaled softly, and Ellsworth’s voice 

came from beside her, calm as ever: “Is it nice to look at?” 

Harriet lifted her gaze to meet his eyes for a moment, then 

looked away indifferently, sat up in bed, and changed the 

subject: “The meeting is at nine, right?” 

With his arm draped over his eyes, Ellsworth replied calmly, 

“Mm.” 

Harriet lifted the thin quilt and got out of bed, while Ellsworth 

stayed where he was. 

When Harriet finished washing up and came out of the 

bathroom, Ellsworth was ready as well. 

He was putting on his suit. 

Seeing Harriet come out, Ellsworth said, “Come help me with my 

tie.” 

Even though their marriage wasn’t good, Ellsworth still ordered 

Harriet around. 

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After looking at Ellsworth for a while, Harriet said, “You should 

do this yourself.” 

Thinking of how cheerful he had been yesterday, Harriet 

suddenly didn’t feel like helping him with his tie. 

At Harriet’s refusal, Ellsworth’s right hand fell to his collar. He 

looked up at her, his face expressionless. 

Seeing this, Harriet got out of bed and said, “I’m going to wash 

up.” 

With that, she didn’t spare Ellsworth a glance, slipped on her 

slippers, and headed to the bathroom. 

Hearing the door close, Ellsworth let out a chuckle and quickly 

tied his tie in just a few moves. 

Soon after, when Harriet came out after getting ready, Ellsworth 

bent down to grab his suit jacket from the sofa, put it on 

casually, and then said to Harriet as if nothing had happened, 

“Let’s go downstairs for breakfast.” 

Harriet responded with an “Mm,” and then left with him. 

She was planning to go out anyway. 

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Today, Harriet wore a set of business-casual attire-capable yet 

gentle, her temperament especially outstanding. 

Ellsworth walked ahead of her with both hands in his pockets, 

taking long strides. 

So Harriet quickened her pace to keep up. 

At that moment, Ellsworth suddenly stopped and turned to look 

at her. 

Thinking he was urging her, Harriet sped up and walked toward 

him. 

She didn’t complain about his fast pace, because she had seen 

him walk with Kelsey before-he was very considerate, walked 

slowly, and would wait for her. 

It’s not that he couldn’t, he just didn’t care about her. 

Harriet jogged up to him, and Ellsworth nonchalantly took his 

right hand out of his pocket and held her hand. 

Harriet looked up at Ellsworth, intending to pull her hand back, 

but remembering that this was all just for show, for the 

reporters’ photos, she let it be. 

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When they entered the elevator, Ellsworth was still holding her 

hand. 

Neither of them spoke, and the silence lingered. 

Soon, the elevator arrived at the restaurant on the fourth floor. 

The two of them walked out into a lively scene. 

“Mr. Townsend.” 

“Mr. Townsend.” 

Everyone greeted Ellsworth politely, and Ellsworth nodded in 

response. 

“Mr. Townsend, here for breakfast? The hotel’s breakfast is 

quite good.” 

A man coming toward them greeted Ellsworth with a smile. 

Noticing Harriet, he quickly smiled at her as well, “Ms. Chavez.”