Chapter52

Leaning against the bed, seeing Ellsworth look over at her,

Harriet said softly, “I’ll rest first, then.”

She didn’t say good night to Ellsworth.

She didn’t give much thought to Ellsworth’s phone call just now,

either.

She was used to it.

Seeing Harriet put on her earplugs and eye mask to sleep,

Ellsworth walked over, lifted the thin quilt, and sat down as well.

Looking down at Harriet beside him, Ellsworth reached out and

removed one of her earplugs, asking in a calm voice, “Why

didn’t you tell me you arrived this afternoon?”

Harriet didn’t even bother to remove her eye mask, exhaling

softly as she said, “You were busy, so I didn’t want to disturb

you.”

At this, she finally pushed up her eye mask, looked at Ellsworth,

and said, “If it’s inconvenient for you to share a room with me, I

can…”

Before Harriet could finish, Ellsworth put the earplug back in her ear and said coldly “Sleep”

With that, he reached out and turned off the main light in the

room

Turning her face away from Ellsworth, thinking he was annoyed by her presence, Harriet silently pulled down her eye mask and

closed her eyes.

Then, instinctively, she turned over, leaving her back to him.

On the pillow beside her, Ellsworth turned to nce at her, watching as she turned her back to him, his gaze lingering for a

long time.

They all said Harriet could endure.

If she didn’t like something, she could endure it better than

anyone.

The next morning, when Harriet woke up, Ellsworth was still

asleep beside her, sleeping soundly.

Turning to look at Ellsworth, Harriet didn’t get up right away.

She just quietly watched him.

The past three years reyed in her mind like a movie.

With a slight sigh, Harriet exhaled softly, and Ellsworth’s voice

came from beside her, calm as ever: “Is it nice to look at?”

Harriet lifted her gaze to meet his eyes for a moment, then

looked away indifferently, sat up in bed, and changed the

subject: “The meeting is at nine, right?”

With his arm draped over his eyes, Ellsworth replied calmly,

“Mm.”

Harriet lifted the thin quilt and got out of bed, while Ellsworth

stayed where he was.

When Harriet finished washing up and came out of the

bathroom, Ellsworth was ready as well.

He was putting on his suit.

Seeing Harriete out, Ellsworth said, “Come help me with my

tie.”

Even though their marriage wasn’t good, Ellsworth still ordered

Harriet around.

After looking at Ellsworth for a while, Harriet said, “You should

do this yourself.”

Thinking of how cheerful he had been yesterday, Harriet

suddenly didn’t feel like helping him with his tie.

At Harriet’s refusal, Ellsworth’s right hand fell to his cor. He

looked up at her, his face expressionless.

Seeing this, Harriet got out of bed and said, “I’m going to wash

up.”

With that, she didn’t spare Ellsworth a nce, slipped on her

slippers, and headed to the bathroom.

Hearing the door close, Ellsworth let out a chuckle and quickly

tied his tie in just a few moves.

Soon after, when Harriet came out after getting ready, Ellsworth

bent down to grab his suit jacket from the sofa, put it on

casually, and then said to Harriet as if nothing had happened,

“Let’s go downstairs for breakfast.”

Harriet responded with an “Mm,” and then left with him.

She was nning to go out anyway.

Today, Harriet wore a set of business-casual attire-capable yet

gentle, her temperament especially outstanding.

Ellsworth walked ahead of her with both hands in his pockets,

taking long strides.

So Harriet quickened her pace to keep up.

At that moment, Ellsworth suddenly stopped and turned to look

at her.

Thinking he was urging her, Harriet sped up and walked toward

him.

She didn’tin about his fast pace, because she had seen

him walk with Kelsey before-he was very considerate, walked

slowly, and would wait for her.

It’s not that he couldn’t, he just didn’t care about her.

Harriet jogged up to him, and Ellsworth nonchntly took his

right hand out of his pocket and held her hand.

Harriet looked up at Ellsworth, intending to pull her hand back,

but remembering that this was all just for show, for the

reporters’ photos, she let it be.

When they entered the elevator, Ellsworth was still holding her

hand.

Neither of them spoke, and the silence lingered.

Soon, the elevator arrived at the restaurant on the fourth floor.

The two of them walked out into a lively scene.

“Mr. Townsend.”

“Mr. Townsend.”

Everyone greeted Ellsworth politely, and Ellsworth nodded in

response.

“Mr. Townsend, here for breakfast? The hotel’s breakfast is

quite good.”

A maning toward them greeted Ellsworth with a smile.

Noticing Harriet, he quickly smiled at her as well, “Ms. Chavez.”