Chapter 115: Take the Initiative to Kiss Him
Ian wanted to stop Harriet, but in the end, he couldn't bring himself to say anything.
He turned to look at Ryder.
Ryder scratched his head guiltily, "Mr. Jones, I was just telling the truth."
"You were telling the truth, but what you don't know is how hard their path will be if they don't break up this time."
Ryder's heart sank, "You mean, now that Mr. Lancaster isn't the Lancaster family heir, he'll make Mrs. Lancaster live a hard life?"
"Harriet isn't afraid of hardship, and that's not what I'm worried about. It's just..." Mr. Jones waved his hand, "Forget it, I can't explain it to you."
Harriet didn't have her phone with her, so she couldn't call Tristan. She could only go to Cloud Bay to find him.
The doorbell rang for a long time, but no one came to open the door.
Harriet used her fingerprint to unlock the door and went in. She searched upstairs and downstairs but didn't see Tristan anywhere.
Harriet used the landline to call Tristan, but no one answered.
Harriet sat on the sofa waiting until noon, then went to the kitchen to cook something to eat.
After finishing her meal and cleaning up the kitchen, it was already 2 PM. Not only had Tristan not returned, but even Rhea was nowhere to be found.
Harriet leaned back on the sofa and took a nap. When she woke up, the house was pitch black.
It was already dark outside.
Harriet called Tristan again, but still no answer.
She hadn't showered in two or three days and felt uncomfortable all over, so she decided to go home and take a bath first.
Harriet's place at Lakeside Gardens was a forty-minute drive from Cloud Bay.
As soon as she stepped out of the elevator, she suddenly saw a tall figure leaning against her door, smoking.
Harriet froze in place.
As if sensing something, Tristan turned to look over.
Their eyes met.
Tristan threw the half-smoked cigarette on the ground and stamped it out, straightening up.
Harriet also collected herself and walked forward, asking, "What are you doing here?"
Tristan took out his phone from his pocket, "Your phone is with me."
"Thank you." Harriet took the phone. "Have you been waiting long?"
"No."
Harriet knew he was lying because of the pile of cigarette butts on the ground.
The air was silent.
A moment later, they both spoke at the same time.
"You..."
"You..."
Harriet looked at Tristan, "You go first."
"Why didn't you stay in the hospital a few more days?"
"I'm fine. The doctor said I could be discharged."
Tristan nodded, "What did you want to tell me?"
Harriet lowered her eyes and said softly, "Didn't you say this morning that I'd better not appear in front of you?"
"Yes." Tristan said calmly, "But I can appear in front of you."
Harriet suddenly looked up at him, her eyes misting over.
"What? You don't want to see..."
Before Tristan could finish, the girl in front of him suddenly stood on her tiptoes and kissed his lips.
Tristan froze.
The next second, a smile spread in his eyes. His hands wrapped around her slender waist as he took control, deepening the kiss.
Harriet was soon pressed against the wall, receiving his domineering and forceful kiss while responding to him.
They kissed passionately, and the cold air seemed to melt away as the temperature around them slowly rose.
Tristan kissed her while holding her hand to unlock the fingerprint lock.
The door quickly opened, and they walked into the house while embracing and kissing, making their way to the sofa.
Tristan pressed her into the sofa, his movements changing from intense to gentle as water.
Harriet couldn't stand his teasing, her body trembling uncontrollably. Taking advantage of a break to breathe, she quickly said, "I'm hungry."
Tristan chuckled, a smile in his eyes, "I'll feed you right now."
"Stop fooling around." Harriet quickly pushed against his chest. "I'm really hungry."
Only then did Tristan reluctantly let her go. "What do you want to eat? I'll have someone deliver it."
"Anything is fine." Harriet adjusted her breathing. "I'm going to take a shower first. I haven't bathed in days."
"Okay."
Harriet plugged in her phone to charge. When she came out after her shower, several of her favorite dishes were already on the dining table.
"Let's eat."
They sat down, and Tristan served her soup.
"Tristan."
As soon as Harriet spoke, Tristan interrupted her, "Eat first."
Harriet was indeed hungry, so she picked up her utensils and ate.
After they finished most of the food, Harriet cleared the table, then went to clean up the cigarette butts by the door. When she came back, she reminded him, "Tristan, smoking is bad for your health, and you're smoking too much."
Tristan accused, "It's all because you made me so upset."
Harriet couldn't help but smile, "It's my fault."
Tristan walked up to her, "You were the one who kissed me first just now."
"I know." Harriet smiled brightly, "I'll take responsibility for you."
"And then?" Tristan looked at her intently. "If the same situation happens again, you'll still give up on me, right?"
Tristan clearly knew the answer was yes, and he had clearly said harsh words to her.
But he couldn't control himself and still wanted to find her.
"It's not like that." Harriet explained anxiously, "I made that choice before to protect Uncle Jasper, yes, but I really had no other choice."
"Your dad told me that you'd already been sidelined. If I refused to divorce, you two would break ties, you'd be kicked out of the Lancaster family, and then you'd have nothing."
"Tristan, if I didn't listen to him, not only would Uncle Jasper be bullied, but your life would take a completely different path. You'd go from being god 's favored one to an ordinary person. The gap would be too big, and the price too high."
Tristan raised his hands to grip her shoulders, "Then tell me, am I important to you?"
"Of course you're important!" Harriet answered without hesitation.
How could he not be important?
Tristan pressed on, "Then do you still want to divorce me?"
Harriet shook her head.
The frustration that had been building up in Tristan's heart these past days instantly vanished. "But I'm not the president of the Lancaster Group anymore."
"I didn't marry you because you're the president of the Lancaster Group, so even if you have nothing, I'm still your wife."
She hadn't expected Tristan to break ties with Owen on his own.
Just like Ryder said, Tristan already had nothing, and she couldn't abandon him again.
Harriet said firmly, "Tristan, no matter what happens in the future, I won't let go of your hand."
Tristan hugged her tightly, wishing he could merge her into his bones and blood. "Harriet, you better keep your word!"
Harriet leaned against him, listening to his steady and strong heartbeat, feeling inexplicably at peace. "I will."
"By the way, how's Mom?"
"She won't die."
"After something like this happened, she must be having a hard time accepting it." Harriet said, "How could Lark and your dad..."
"He's not my dad."
Harriet had to correct herself, "How could she and Mr. Owen Lancaster do such a thing? When did this happen?"
Tristan found even mentioning them disgusting, but since Harriet asked, he could only answer honestly, "The night before the wedding, at Opulence Club. Owen has a private room there on long-term rental. From the looks of them, there were aphrodisiac involved."
"What did you say!"
Harriet suddenly thought of something.
"Why such a big reaction?" Tristan teased with a smile, "Want to watch? If you're not afraid of dirtying your eyes, I can show you the video."
Harriet: "Don't talk nonsense."
"Then why are you so worked up?"
Harriet smiled, "Because if I hadn't been prepared, the person who had sex with Owen that night would probably have been me."
Lark was really ruthless, sending her to Owen's bed. Once they had sex, she and Tristan would absolutely never be able to stay together.
"What did you say?" Tristan let go of Harriet and asked seriously, "Are you telling the truth?"
Harriet didn't say much more. She went to get her phone and showed him the video she had recorded that night.
The video was shot very clearly, and the sequence of events was obvious at a glance.