Craving 7

Chapter 7 

It was most likely true-after all, all his rumored girlfriends 

resembled Kelsey in a certain way. 

So, what was the point of clinging to him, trying to win his 

favor? 

Ellsworth glanced at her and then tugged at his collar, revealing 

his collarbones and slender neck, which effortlessly exuded a 

roguish charm. 

She said, “I’m going back to the guest room, then.” 

As she pulled open the door, she found Jacquelyn 

eavesdropping outside. 

The atmosphere froze for a second. 

“Mrs. Harriet Townsend,” Jacquelyn smiled awkwardly. Then 

she whispered, “Mrs. Patsy Townsend just called. She wanted to 

remind you to seize the opportunity. 

“It’s getting late. Mr. Townsend, Mrs. Harriet Townsend, I’ll get 

out of your hair now!” 

After saying that, she closed the door and left. 

Standing at the doorway, Harriet felt torn. 

Pondering for a while, she turned to look at Ellsworth. “I’ll go to 

the guest room later.” 

Still saying nothing, he rummaged through the closet, his upper 

body bare. 

It was so typical of him-he had always ignored her, never 

responding to her calls or texts. 

She had endured emotional neglect since day one of their three- 

year marriage. 

At first, she’d feel embarrassed and sad, but now? She felt 

nothing. 

Assuming he was looking for his sleepwear, she placed the 

things in her arms onto the couch, walked toward him, and 

opened the adjacent closet door. “All your sleepwear is here!” 

She didn’t reach for them, steering clear of his things as always. 

He took a dark gray set and entered the bathroom, not sparing 

a glance at her. 

After he stepped inside, she couldn’t help but exhale. 

It was so suffocating. 

He made her feel like she owed him a lot. 

After a while, Ellsworth finished his shower. He stepped out in 

his sleepwear, towel-drying his hair casually. 

Harriet was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, working on her 

laptop. 

As his icy gaze fell upon her, he had to admit-he was surprised 

to see her get her birth certificate back. 

But her title as the company’s VP meant so much to her. 

Could she really bear to give it up? 

Harriet didn’t notice him. In fact, she had completely forgotten 

that he was here. 

She was slightly startled when she heard his footsteps. 

Standing up with the laptop in her arms, she said, “Jacquelyn 

and the others should be asleep by now. Get some rest.” 

Suddenly, she tumbled back onto the couch. 

Chapter 

She bent forward to rub her calves. 

Her loose pajama top gaped, exposing her cleavage. 

Her skin was flawless, radiating an innocent yet intoxicating 

allure. 

Ellsworth’s gaze deepened. 

A divorce? 

That was just her excuse to let his guard down. What she really 

wanted was to climb into his bed. 

She said while looking up, seeming quite embarrassed, “My feet 

fell asleep.” 

Ellsworth looked at her coldly. All of a sudden, he hurled the 

towel at her and snapped, “Harriet, what tricks are you pulling 

this time?” 

The towel landed accurately on her right cheek, which hurt. 

She lowered her head and fell silent for several seconds. Then 

she put the towel on the couch, struggled to stand up, and said 

flatly, “Rest assured, Ellsworth. I’m not pulling any tricks. I’m 

serious about the divorce.” 

She had been crazy about him in the early days of their 

marriage. 

That year, she was only twenty. She had done everything she could-hitting on him, learning to cook and brew coffee for him, and prioritizing his needs every time. 

He had been her entire world. 

But not anymore. 

She limped toward the door, her gaze inadvertently falling 

upon Ellsworth’s face when she walked past him. 

The disgusted look on his face drained the light from her eyes. 

After returning to the guest room, she leaned against the door 

for a long time. 

Eventually, she smiled self-mockingly. 

The melancholy made her stomach ache again. Frowning, she 

rubbed her lower abdomen and sat on the bed after feeling 

better.