Chapter 72
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Ellsworth didn’t mind. With his free right hand, he gently pinched
her cheek, kissing her on the side of her face, her neck, and her
ear.
When his warm, soft kisses landed on her ear, Harriet’s brows
furrowed tightly. She reminded him, “Ellsworth, it’s enough to
just fool around a little.”
“Fool around?” Ellsworth chuckled. “Who’s fooling around with
you?”
After laughing, he released Harriet’s hands, letting them fall gently to the front of her pajamas, and nonchalantly undid the
bottom button.
Harriet quickly grabbed his wrist to stop him from going further.
Looking down at Harriet, Ellsworth smiled. “Harriet, we’re not
even divorced yet, and you won’t even let me touch you. Does
that make sense?”
Ellsworth’s casual tone made Harriet’s resistance come to an
abrupt halt.
Her right hand was still gripping Ellsworth’s arm, but not as
tightly as before.
As Ellsworth undid her second button, Harriet swallowed and
said calmly, “Ellsworth, I’ve never cared what you do outside.
For that alone, please let me go.”
She had already decided to leave; Harriet didn’t want to create
any more memories,
It wasn’t that she was unwilling to give herself to him, but she
was afraid that if she looked back one day, she wouldn’t be able
to bear it.
If Harriet hadn’t brought it up, Ellsworth wouldn’t have thought
much of it. But when she said she never cared about him, his
hands paused as he undid her clothes. Looking into her eyes,
he sneered, “You’re so virtuous and dutiful. Should I reward you
for that?”
With that, Ellsworth undid her second button as well.
Immediately after, the next two buttons were undone as well.
Harriet tried to push his hand away again, but Ellsworth simply
scooped her up and laid her back on the bed.
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She wanted to resist Ellsworth, but after a few rounds of
struggle, she was no match for him.
He teased her as if she were a kitten or a puppy.
In the end, she clenched her fists, lightly gripping the bedsheet,
turned her face away, and gave up struggling.
She comforted herself, thinking that whether or not this
happened, it didn’t really matter anymore.
With one hand caressing Harriet’s neck and the other removing
her pants, Ellsworth kissed her. But when he saw a scar on her
lower left abdomen-one that was still fresh-he suddenly
stopped.
Staring at the scar on Harriet’s stomach, Ellsworth asked,
“Harriet, what happened to the scar on your stomach?”
Ellsworth’s sudden change of topic snapped Harriet back to
reality. Instinctively, she reached to cover the scar, but Ellsworth
caught her hand, not letting her hide it.
At this, Harriet sat up on the bed, propping herself up with both hands, pulling her clothes back up over her shoulders, and said calmly, “I had my appendix removed last year.”
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“Appendix removed?” Ellsworth looked up at her face, his expression serious as he asked, “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Harriet, covering the scar through her clothes, replied in a flat
voice, “I called you, but you had blocked my number.”
After Harriet spoke, Ellsworth fell silent, just staring at her.
He stared at Harriet for a while without moving. Seeing that she
never looked at him, Ellsworth lost all interest and walked over
to the floor-to-ceiling window.
He opened the window, picked up a cigarette from the side, and
lit it for himself.
The faint smoke rings slowly drifted out the window, while
Ellsworth’s brows remained tightly furrowed.
He had hung up on Harriet before and blocked her number,
because every time she called, it was about his mother, his
grandfather, always family matters.
She had almost never sought him out for herself-never wanted
to have a meal with him, never contacted him just to see him. It
was always at someone else’s urging.
So, he had blocked her number.
He never expected that he would miss her call about going to
the hospital for surgery.
Exhaling a heavy smoke ring, Ellsworth turned sideways and
stubbed out the remaining half of his cigarette in the ashtray.
Then he turned to Harriet and explained, “It wasn’t on purpose.”
From the bed, Harriet said, “I know. I don’t mind.”
She knew he was busy, knew that other people and things were
more important to him than she was, knew that she wasn’t
important.
She knew. She knew it all.
Besides… whether it was intentional or not, whether she minded
or not, none of it mattered anymore.
Harriet’s indifference made Ellsworth stare at her with a heavy
expression for a long time. Then he walked over, lifted her chin,
and kissed her hard on the lips.
This time, his kiss was fiercer and more forceful than ever
before.
He bit her lips and tongue until they ached.
