Chapter89
It had taken her three years to see that clearly.
When Harriet said she wasn’t capable, Ellsworth laughed.
At Ellsworth’s laugh, Harriet calmly asked him, “Ellsworth, you promised before that you would get a divorce. What are you thinking now?”
Withdrawing his gaze from Harriet, Ellsworth stared at the
ceiling for a while before replying unhurriedly, “Let’s see how
you react after leaving the company first.”
He added, “Harriet, when you agreed to this marriage, you
should have known that it wasn’t just about you and me, or
even just about our two families. It involves much more than an
ordinary marriage.”
Hearing this, Harriet fell silent.
Ellsworth was right, but back then, she thought he loved her and
that they would be happy together.
She had simply been too young.
Harriet fell silent, and Ellsworth said nothing more.
When Harriet turned her back to him, Ellsworth remained silent.
After tossing and turning a few more times, Harriet suddenly turned to Ellsworth and said, “I might have insomnia tonight. When I can’t sleep, I tend to toss and turn. I’ll go to the next
room.”
As soon as she finished speaking, Ellsworth rolled over and trapped her in his arms.
Before Harriet could react, Ellsworth braced himself on either
side of her head and leaned down to kiss her lips.
As Harriet pressed her hands against Ellsworth’s chest in
protest, he grabbed her wrists and pinned her hands above her
head.
After a long, passionate kiss, Ellsworth asked, “Still thinking
about your robot? Can it do what I can?”
…
For a moment, she didn’t know how to respond. After a
while, she said, “Not really thinking about it anymore.”
Ellsworth’s smile grew wider. His hand, which had been resting
on her waist, slid upward as he kissed her again.
Harriet struggled a few times, but she was no match for
Ellsworth.
When Ellsworth tried to kiss her again, Harriet turned her face away, refusing him.
Ellsworth didn’t mind Harriet’s reaction. He leaned down and
whispered in her ear, “That night, I was in a meeting. The hotel’s conference room had surveillance cameras.”
Sure enough, as soon as Ellsworth finished speaking, Harriet’s body relaxed, and she turned to look at him.
Ellsworth was experienced-he knew exactly what to say to get
her attention.
Meeting his gaze, Harriet hadn’t expected Ellsworth to explain
himself.
As Harriet looked at him, Ellsworth leaned down and kissed her
lips again.
The kiss was gentle, tender, and lingering.
Harriet’s hands slowly curled into fists, but Ellsworth gently pried them open, interlacing his fingers with hers as they kissed
with deep affection.
It wasn’t until Ellsworth began to undress her that Harriet suddenly snapped back to her senses and grabbed his arm.
Ellsworth tried to explain, but his explanation meant nothing.
Even if that night had been a misunderstanding, it couldn’t account for his indifference over the past three years, nor could it explain that all the rumors she had dealt with during those
years were false.
Looking straight into Ellsworth’s eyes, Harriet said, “My position at the Townsend Group isn’t that important, so it shouldn’t have much of an impact.”
What she meant was clear: she insisted on getting a divorce
and didn’t want to have any further involvement with Ellsworth.
Harriet gripped his arm tightly.
Ellsworth leaned over and looked at her. Seeing how serious
she was, he immediately lost interest and moved away from
her.
Seeing this, Harriet glanced at him, then quietly fastened the
buttons on her clothes.
***
In the days that followed, Ellsworth came home on time every day. Sometimes Harriet came back later than he did, and she was especially busy-aside from eating and sleeping, she was basically working overtime.
She was even busier than when she was vice president at the Townsend Group.
That night, Ellsworth came out of the bathroom after his shower
and saw Harriet working overtime at her desk again. As he dried
his hair, he said offhandedly, “Reginald really doesn’t hold back when it comes to making you work.”
At the desk, Harriet was focused on her computer, her fingers
clattering away on the keyboard, not hearing a word Ellsworth
said.
Watching Harriet without much concern, Ellsworth finally got a
taste of what ‘cold violence’ felt like.
It wasn’t until she finished her work and got into bed that
Harriet politely said to him, “Good night.”
After saying that, Harriet turned off the light, lay down, and went
straight to sleep.
Beside her, Ellsworth turned to look at Harriet, watching her lie
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next to his pillow with such calm detachment that he couldn’t
help but feel a secret sense of annoyance.
He thought the matter of her resignation was settled, but that
morning, while Harriet was busy at Galaxy Innovations, news of
her departure from the Townsend Group suddenly spread.
