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.
