Tangled Temptations

Chapter 119

After hanging up the phone, Eloise sank into her thoughts.

Could he really be so indifferent?

No way!

After all, they did have sfiery times together, and Harvey did once shower her with affection.

Harvey did like her, right?

Eloise collected herself and was ready to start her car when Harvey's call cthrough.

She answered the phone, her voice as soft as ever.

"Harvey."

On the other end, Harvey seemed taken aback by her gentle tone.

It was then that he realized that he hadn't seen her much in almost a week. She

was already asleep when he got hlate and was still asleep when he left early.

Harvey's voice cout husky. "Where are you?"

"I'm heading home."

Harvey glanced at his watch. "I'll be hlater for dinner; could you cook something?"

Eloise was silent for a few seconds and then agreed.

After hanging up, she gently stroked her phone, her emotions a jumbled mess.

Considering their current relationship, it would have been normal for him to let her rest in bed. But asking her to

cook seemed a bit much.

The sweet domestic life was like a sugar-coated poison pill, and Eloise had once willingly swallowed it.

But now he was chasing his dream lover from his youth.

And she, Eloise, was helpless.

There was no housekeeper at home, so Eloise went to the supermarket to get sgroceries.

After paying, a few young guys at the entrance stuffed her with several newspapers.

"This is the preview edition of our city evening paper; have a look."

"There's all kinds of juicy gossip; it's really spicy."

Eloise didn't pay it any mind, casually tossing the newspapers into her shopping bag and into the trunk.

When she got hand opened the shopping bag to prepare dinner, she realized that the front-page headlines

of those newspapers were all about Harvey.

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More accurately, they were about Harvey and Joan's scandal.

They happened to meet at a party in Sydney.

In the hotel lobby, Joan was in a black evening dress, and her slender fingers were pulling at Harvey's sleeve.

The redness in the corners of her eyes showed that she had just cried, but she was still stubbornly staring at the

man in front of her.

Harvey slightly turned, and the camera only captured half of his face, but Eloise could see the resentment in his

eyes and also sympathy.

Eloise stared at it for a long time.

By the tshe snapped out of it, she felt a bit stiff, and her muscles ached. Eloise gently blinked.

Thankfully, her feelings for Harvey were still in the early stages, so she could still control her heart.

She tossed the newspaper aside and then began to prepare dinner.

Harvey liked slightly sour food, but his stomach wasn't good.

Eloise cooked him lemon-seasoned fish, stewed mushroom soup, and made seafood cream pasta.

By the tshe was done, it was almost 7 o'clock.

He still hadn't cback.

As Eloise was debating whether to call him, Harvey's call cin.

His voice on the phone was pleasant.

"Eloise, | won't be back for dinner tonight. | have a gathering | need to attend, so I'll be hlater."

Eloise wasn't angry; she just calmly said, "If you drink, get a designated driver." Harvey was silent for a while,

and finally he replied. "Okay."

After he hung up, Eloise looked at the food on the table and pondered for a long time.

After a while, she slowly sat down, quietly eating alone.

There was a lot of food left, so she packed it up, intending to feed the stray dog downstairs after she finished her

chores.

When Harvey cback, it wasn't too late.

It was about 10:30 in the evening.

He saw Eloise in the garden below the apartment building, crouching under a tree and feeding a small white dog.

Harvey knew she often fed stray dogs, but this was the first the saw it.

The early autumn night was a bit chilly, so she had put on a baseball jacket over her shirt.

That jacket belonged to him, so it was a bit big, making her look even more petite and delicate.

Harvey didn't go over.

He just stood by the car, lit a cigarette, and quietly watched her.

He saw Eloise gently stroking the little dog and admiring the plants and flowers,

but he didn't see any signs of sadness.

After a while, Eloise petted the little white dog one more tand then went upstairs.

Harvey went to the tree and saw that she had made lemon-seasoned fish tonight. That was supposed to be his

dinner, but now it was in the dog's stomach.

The little white dog wasn't familiar with him and barked at him.

After Eloise got back to the apartment, she found a new Facebook message on her phone.

Veronica had sent her a 30-second video.

Eloise gently opened it. It showed a private room in a club where seven or eight people were playing around.

Several of them were familiar faces.

Of course, Harvey and Joan were there too.

Harvey was leaning on the sofa, smoking; his smoking posture still appealed to Eloise.

Joan was sitting next to him playing poker with others; she seemed to be losing, and she turned her head to say

something to Harvey.

Harvey gently smiled.

The video ended, and the screen went black.

Eloise knew Veronica meant well; she gave a bitter smile.

Just as she was about to delete the video, the door quietly opened.

Harvey was at the door.

He was wearing a white shirt, crisply ironed gray trousers, and a black coat on

top.

He was wearing the sclothes in the video, which meant he had met Joan tonight.

Eloise calmly looked at him.

Harvey took off his shoes and coat, naturally glancing at the dining room.

Eloise smiled faintly. "I've already eaten."

Harvey nodded.

He sat down in the dining room, casually flipping through a newspaper while saying, "Makea pizza."

After he said that, his gaze suddenly froze.

The newspapers in his hand were all about his scandal with Joan; a few were even taken in the hotel, looking

quite intimate.

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He looked at Eloise, frowning.

Eloise lightly said, "They stuffed it into my bag when | was grocery shopping."

Harvey put down the newspaper.

He remembered how she looked just now downstairs; she really didn't seem to care, and she seemed to be doing

fine during the week that he didn't contact her.

Even though it was he who made headlines with his ex, Harvey still wanted to pick on Eloise.

He scoffed. "Don't you wanna ask?"

His accusing tone made Eloise feel uneasy.

She gave a small smile and said, "Don't sweat it, Attorney Horigan. | won't go

nosing around your private life. Whoever you hang out with or rekindle old flames

with doesn't concern me. That's your business."

Harvey lit a cigarette, looking at her with a smirk on his face.

Eloise felt like she just didn't care anymore.

She said clearly, "As for whether | care or not, that's my business!"

Harvey thought Eloise was one hell of a woman.

Her words were sharp, and she didn't take crap from anyone.

He swallowed a couple of times, then told her to go cook.

Eloise was still wearing his coat, but she went back to the bedroom to change into something more suitable for

cooking. As she prepared the meal, Harvey watched her from behind.

Eloise had a killer body; even when she was cooking, her back was perfectly

straight.

Her chestnut hair was tied up, revealing a delicate neck, not to mention her incredibly long legs. Harvey hadn't

felt this way in a long time; his heart was

pounding.

Just as he was about to walk into the kitchen, Eloise's phone on the dining table lit

up.

It was a message from Veronica.

The range hood in the kitchen was too loud, so Eloise didn't hear the phone ring.

For sreason, Harvey picked up her phone, opened Facebook, and then saw

the video Veronica had sent earlier.

It was a video of him at Joan's place tonight.