Chapter 107: She Pleases Him
A thunderclap seemed to explode in Harriet's mind, leaving her completely dazed.
Tristan wasn't just obsessive—he was childish too!
"What, you don't want to?" Tristan raised his hand, his fingertip rubbing against her flushed face. "Then you'll never be able to cut ties with me. Who knows, I might even change my mind and refuse to divorce you."
Harriet froze.
If he changed his mind, everything she'd done before would be for nothing.
Owen would keep pressuring her, and she'd have to hurt Tristan all over again.
Harriet closed her eyes. "Fine, I agree."
Tristan's grip on her wrist suddenly tightened. "Harriet, are you that scared I'll change my mind?"
Harriet opened her mouth, but changed what she was about to say. "Now?"
"Yes, now." Tristan shifted to lean back against the couch. "Right here."
Besides the two of them, there was no one else in the house.
Harriet sat next to Tristan, her trembling fingers reaching to unbutton his shirt.
Tristan watched her. "What, is this too hard for you?"
Harriet shook her head gently. "No."
"Come on to me." Tristan commanded.
Harriet's face grew even redder.
She bit down hard, steeling herself with determination, and climbed onto his lap.
Tristan leaned back leisurely on the couch, watching her next move.
Harriet unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his muscular chest.
Further down were his sexy abs and V-line—pure masculine energy.
Harriet had always thought Tristan was God's favorite, not just for his face, but for his perfect body too.
"Keep going," Tristan said. "Or would you rather count how many marks you have on your body first?"
"No need!"
Harriet steeled herself and leaned down to kiss his neck.
Tristan had made her do plenty in bed before, finding different ways for her to please him.
So this wasn't her first time doing something like this—there was nothing to be shy about.
With that thought, Harriet grew bolder, placing her hands on his shoulders and leaving one mark after another on his body.
Tristan closed his eyes, his brow furrowing slightly.
His senses felt infinitely heightened—every movement Harriet made was teasing his soul.
His Adam's apple bobbed as he suppressed his body's rising desire.
But as she continued, he couldn't control his body's reaction, wanting nothing more than to take control immediately.
Yet he forcibly pushed down that urge.
Just like last night—even though he was angry, he wouldn't actually take advantage of her while she had a high fever.
Harriet could sense Tristan's body changing. She hesitated for a moment but didn't stop, kissing downward and leaving visible marks on his chest.
Suddenly, a voice came from the direction of the door.
"Tristan, why isn't the door closed?"
Harriet jumped, quickly turning to look.
Xavier stood in the entryway, eyes wide, staring in disbelief at the scene before him.
Harriet felt utterly mortified, her face burning like it was on fire. She wanted nothing more than to find a hole to crawl into.
Tristan slowly opened his eyes. Seeing Xavier, he asked, "What are you doing here?"
Xavier cleared his throat. "Tristan, I was going to ask you to lunch. You two carry on—pretend I was never here."
With that, he bolted.
Harriet looked away, not daring to meet Tristan's eyes. "Is that enough?"
Tristan smiled slightly. "Pretty much."
Harriet quickly jumped off him. "Let me finish treating your wound."
Tristan didn't object.
Harriet applied the medicine as fast as she could. "I'm leaving now."
Without waiting for Tristan to respond, she rushed toward the door, running faster than a rabbit, as if someone were chasing her.
Running out of the villa, Harriet let out a long breath of relief. Just as she was about to leave, a voice suddenly came from beside her. "Harriet."
Harriet turned to see Xavier walking toward her.
Remembering what he'd just witnessed, Harriet's face burned again. "What's wrong?"
Xavier looked at her coldly. "I wasn't there that day. I only heard when I got home that you abandoned Tristan because you thought he couldn't have kids. If I'd been there, I would've beaten you to death on the spot! I was going to come settle the score with you, but my grandmother ordered me not to give you trouble, so I had to let it go."
"But now you're turning around and seducing Tristan again. Harriet, I just want to ask—do you have no shame? You know Tristan and Lark are getting married, yet you pull this shameless stunt. Are you trying to come between them? Let me tell you, I hate homewreckers more than anything, so I'll never let you succeed!"
Harriet calmly met his angry gaze. "Mr. Lancaster, if you're not blind, you'd see who's really been coming between other people's relationships all along. Of course, given your relationship with Lark, you'll choose to fool yourself and think she should've been your sister-in-law from the start. As you wish—you'll get what you want soon enough."
"As for today, all I can say is that sometimes what your eyes see and your ears hear isn't what you think it is. I don't want to explain to you, and I have no obligation to explain, because we have nothing to do with each other anymore. Come after me if you want, but I hope you and your new sister-in-law both know one thing—I don't start trouble, but I'm never afraid of it either."
Xavier had meant to warn her, but ended up being warned instead.
Just as he was about to lose his temper, Harriet turned and walked away.
Xavier laughed in anger. "Fine, Harriet, you're really cocky!"
Opulence Club.
On the floor of the room, a man's and woman's clothes lay scattered messily. The air still held the scent of pleasure.
Lark slowly opened her eyes. A man's face suddenly appeared before her.
She rubbed her eyes, and when she saw the face clearly, all the memories came flooding back.
Lark screamed, waking Owen from his sleep.
"What's all the noise!" Owen was about to get angry, but when he saw Lark, the fury in his eyes instantly disappeared. "You're awake?"
"Mr. Lancaster... last night..."
Lark felt both scared and humiliated.
Owen propped himself up to lean against the headboard, took out a cigar and lit it. "You performed very well last night. You pleased me very much."
Tears streamed down Lark's face.
This was her first time having sex. She'd saved it for over twenty years, planning to give it to Tristan.
If it had been any other man, she could've just gotten her hymen repaired and pretended nothing happened.
But it happened to be Owen!
If Tristan found out she'd slept with Owen, forget marrying her—he'd be disgusted by her!
Just as Lark was at a loss, she suddenly heard Owen demand, "Lark, why don't you tell me how you got into my room."
Lark froze.
This was Owen's regular room at Opulence Club. She'd secretly found out Owen would be here for business last night and guessed he'd definitely come back to the room to rest. So she bribed a server to send the drugged Harriet here.
As long as Harriet had sex with Owen, Tristan would never touch Harriet again.
But she never expected that bitch Harriet to be so cunning—not only did she escape, but she left Lark here to sleep with Owen!
"Mr. Lancaster, it was Harriet! Harriet set us up. She must resent you for forcing her to divorce, so she set us up!" Lark shifted the blame. "Last night it was Harriet who brought me here. She drugged me so I couldn't move, then lit aphrodisiac incense. Harriet is so evil!"
"Mr. Lancaster, you have to destroy Harriet!"