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The atmosphere was awkward as well.
After putting the glass on the desk, Ellsworth returned to the
left side of the bed, lifted the covers, and sat down.
He didn’t talk to Harriet about anything else.
Soon after, both of them lay down.
With her back to Ellsworth, as Harriet turned away from him, Ellsworth just turned his face and glanced at her emotionlessly.
This time, Harriet wasn’t doing it for any other reason-she just didn’t want to pass her cold to him.
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The next morning, when Harriet woke up, it was already past eight.
Her cold was much better, and she felt quite energetic.
Propping herself up on the bed, she thought Ellsworth had already left for a meeting, but saw him coming out of the
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bathroom, upper body bare, a white towel wrapped around his
waist, looking lazy.
Ellsworth’s lack of modesty made Harriet lower her eyes and
look away from him.
On the other side, Ellsworth was rubbing his hair and greeted
her nonchalantly: “You’re awake.”
Harriet nodded, “Mm.”
Throwing aside the towel he used to dry his hair, Ellsworth
walked to the bed and raised his right hand to feel Harriet’s
forehead: “It’s fine, the fever’s gone.”
He then asked her, “Are you going to keep resting today, or go
to the meeting?”
Ellsworth acted as if nothing had happened the night before, as
if he hadn’t asked those questions and Harriet hadn’t said those
things.
Removing Ellsworth’s hand from her forehead, Harriet replied
gently, “I’m much better today. I’ll go to the meeting in a bit.”
Ellsworth straightened up. “Alright, then get up first.”
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With that, Ellsworth went to the wardrobe to change, while Harriet put her feet on the floor, slipped on her slippers, and
went to the bathroom.
When she finished washing up and changing, Ellsworth was ready as well.
There wasn’t much time before the meeting, so they left together.
This time, before they even reached the elevator, as soon as the door closed, Ellsworth reached out and took Harriet’s hand.
He caught Harriet completely off guard; she didn’t even have time to dodge.
Instead of pulling away immediately, Harriet turned to look at
him, seeing Ellsworth act as if nothing had happened, looking
confident and spirited, with a faint scent lingering on him.
Harriet felt helpless.
Then she glanced down at her own hand-her left hand, which he
was holding so tightly that her fingers were turning red.
Ellsworth was overthinking things. Last night, it was only when
things reached that point that she went along with his words
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and said Reginald was suitable.
If others knew they argued because of Reginald’s appearance,
they’d just find it laughable.
It was her fault.
It was her fault for being so well-behaved these past few years,
so when a new man appeared around her, Ellsworth’s pride was
provoked.
Soon, they reached the elevator. As Ellsworth led her inside,
Harriet finally turned to him and said, “Ellsworth, could you use
a little less force?”
Hearing this, Ellsworth lowered his eyes and turned to look at
Harriet.
Ellsworth looked over, and Harriet said, “My fingers have gone
numb from your grip.”
He looked down at their hands and saw that Harriet’s fingers
were red from being held so tightly. Ellsworth loosened his grip
a bit, then immediately changed his hold, interlacing his fingers
with hers.
Harriet glanced at him but said nothing.
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In the following days of the conference, Ellsworth and Harriet were always together-attending meetings, eating meals, and even sleeping side by side.
Kelsey was with them too, joining in the meetings and meals.
With her radiant smile and cheerful demeanor, it seemed as if she was showing that the three of them living well together was better than anything else.
By the day everyone was heading home after the conference, Harriet’s cold had cleared up.
“Harriet.”
A little after nine in the morning, as Harriet was pushing her suitcase and getting ready to head to the airport with Ellsworth, Reginald showed up as well.
At that moment, there were a lot of people at the hotel
entrance, all preparing to go to the airport.
Kelsey was there too.
Hearing Reginald call her name, Harriet turned to look and saw
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Reginald also pushing a suitcase, his assistant following beside
him.
Harriet greeted him with a smile, “Mr. Barton.”
Reginald approached and asked, “Has your cold gotten better?”
“I’m all better now, thank you for your concern, Mr. Barton.”
With Reginald’s sudden appearance, Ellsworth ended his call, put his phone back in his pocket, turned to Harriet, and asked in a calm voice, “Hara, ran into someone you know?”
Hara?
Harriet turned to look at Ellsworth. Ever since they got married,
he hadn’t called her Hara.
