Chapter 130 Intimate
Harriet had an ex-boyfriend. Judging from her expression back then, she might not have gotten over him yet. Otherwise, why didn't she clarify to the noodle shop owner that she was already married?
Thinking of this, the anger in Tristan's chest burned even fiercer. "Harriet, you can't even do it yourself, so what gives you the right to demand others do it?"
Harriet opened her eyes, her face pale with anger. She snapped, "I have nothing to say to you!"
Tristan was the one who did something wrong, yet he dared to say such ridiculous things?
He was absolutely terrible!
Tristan forced down his anger and stood up. "You sleep first. I'm going out for a smoke."
Harriet got even angrier. She pulled the blanket over her head and ignored him.
The next day.
Harriet got up early and didn't wake Tristan, who was still sleeping.
She had gone straight to sleep last night and didn't know when he came back to bed.
After having breakfast, Harriet left the house.
According to local customs, Harriet needed to have Cleo's name engraved on the tombstone at the Getty family cemetery today, and then visit relatives and friends one by one to inform them. She would be out all day.
When Tristan woke up, Harriet was already gone.
He got up and went downstairs to find a note she had left him.
Since no one had lived in the house for a while, there was no way to cook. She told him to go out and get breakfast himself.
Tristan pocketed the note and left, following yesterday's route to the noodle shop.
It was already past ten, after breakfast time, so there weren't many customers in the shop.
"You're back? Please, have a seat," the noodle shop owner greeted him warmly. "What would you like?"
"A bowl of noodles."
"Coming right up!"
Within a few minutes, the owner brought out the noodles. "Enjoy."
Seeing Tristan in his suit and tie, looking rather unapproachable, the owner hadn't planned to chat. But to his surprise, Tristan spoke first. "You still remember me?"
"Of course. Aren't you the one who came with the Getty family's daughter yesterday?"
"Yes." Tristan smiled. "Is Harriet well-known around here?"
"We're all neighbors. Everyone watched her grow up." The owner opened up. "She's been smart and beautiful since she was little, well-behaved and thoughtful. Everyone likes her. Families with sons her age all hoped to marry her."
"So her boyfriend is also from your town?"
The owner became guarded. "Who are you to her?"
Tristan was about to answer when the owner said, "Looking at you, you're clearly a boss. You're Harriet's supervisor, right?"
Tristan didn't deny it. "Yes."
"I guessed right." The owner sat down directly across from Tristan. "Then let me tell you, you better make good use of Harriet. She was excellent in school, really smart."
"Then her boyfriend must be excellent too, right?"
"He's not just excellent, he's practically a genius." The owner went on. "Those two were truly a match made in heaven. They were perfect for each other, but unfortunately..."
"Unfortunately what?"
"Nothing." The owner cut off the topic. "I have things to do. Take your time eating."
Tristan clenched his back teeth and pressed on, "So her boyfriend isn't here anymore?"
"I heard he went to Emberfall for school and never came back after that." The owner sighed. "No need for him to come back anyway."
Tristan didn't eat the noodles. He paid and left directly.
He returned the same way and sat at Harriet's desk, lost in thought.
After who knows how long, a phone ringtone pulled him back to reality.
It was Ryder calling to report on work.
After finishing the call, Tristan got up to leave, but out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly noticed a notebook on the bookshelf that looked out of place among the other books.
Tristan took it down and found it was a diary with a lock.
He wasn't planning to pry, and was about to put it back when a photo suddenly fell out of the diary.
He picked up the photo, and the next second, his pupils contracted sharply.
The girl in the photo was Harriet, looking only fourteen or fifteen years old, with clear, bright eyes full of innocence and youth.
She had her arms around a boy's neck, smiling radiantly.
The photo didn't show the boy's full face, only part of his profile, but from the side profile alone, you could tell he was very good-looking.
He had a high nose bridge, smooth facial lines, short hair, and good skin. He was gazing at Harriet tenderly.
The two looked extremely close.
This must be Harriet's boyfriend.
Tristan had already imagined all sorts of love stories in his mind.
His thin lips pressed tight, and the hand holding the photo trembled slightly.
He admitted that in this moment, he really wanted to know what was recorded in this diary.
As if possessed, Tristan closed his eyes and began to recall Harriet's birthday.
After remembering it, he turned the number lock to Harriet's birthday and flipped the switch beside it.
He was just trying his luck, but surprisingly, it actually opened.
Tristan sat back down, opened the diary, and began flipping through it page by page.
At eight in the evening, Harriet finally came home.
After running around all day, and inevitably bringing up Cleo at relatives' houses, she had been heartbroken all day.
When she got home, Tristan was sitting on the living room sofa working on his laptop.
Harriet perked up and asked, "Have you eaten?"
Without looking up, Tristan replied flatly, "Yes."
"Then I'll go take a shower first."
Harriet took a quick shower and went straight to bed.
Soon after, she heard Tristan enter the room.
Harriet was really tired and was ready to go straight to sleep, since they had to return to Emberfall early the next morning.
She heard sounds from the bathroom, and soon Tristan got into bed.
He hugged her from behind, his cold hands reaching directly inside her pajamas.
Harriet instinctively frowned and quickly pushed his hand away. "Tristan, I'm very tired today. I don't want to have sex."
"Just once."
Whether it was her imagination or not, Harriet felt that this sentence from Tristan lacked his usual gentleness and patience, and instead carried a hint of coldness.
Harriet pulled her pajamas closer and insisted, "I said I don't want to have sex."
As soon as she finished speaking, Tristan behind her turned her shoulder without a word, forcing her to face him.
The moment their eyes met, Harriet froze.
She wasn't imagining it, because there was a coldness in Tristan's eyes that was rare to see in bed.
While unbuttoning his own pajamas, he leaned down and kissed her neck.
"Don't!"
Harriet struggled to push him away, but not only did she fail, he bit down even harder.
Harriet winced in pain, her patience completely exhausted. She said angrily, "I said I don't want to have sex. Can't you understand?"
Tristan ignored her and reached up to unbutton her pajamas.
"Tristan!" Harriet used all her strength to push him aside forcefully, her eyes immediately reddening.
She stared at him hard, holding back tears. "Today is Grandma's memorial day. I'm extremely, extremely sad. I don't want to have sex with you. Do you understand?"
Tristan's unfathomable eyes revealed no emotion. His low, husky voice said heavily, "What if I insist on having sex today?"