Craving 72

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.