Chapter 278 I Love You, Only You
Tristan followed the sound and saw Harriet from a distance, busy at the stove.
Something was cooking in the pot, filling the air with a delicious aroma.
Harriet ladled out the porridge from the pot, turned off the heat, and when she turned around, she saw Tristan standing in the doorway.
"You're awake," Harriet said calmly. "Perfect timing, the food's ready. Go sit down."
Harriet served two bowls of porridge, quickly made two vegetable dishes, and brought everything out.
"You have a fever, so you can only eat something light. Just make do with it."
The two began eating, with no conversation throughout the meal.
After eating, Harriet cleaned up the table and kitchen, then went upstairs with Tristan.
Harriet took the thermometer to check his temperature. It had gone down quite a bit, but he still had a slight fever.
She took out a few pills from the medicine box and poured a glass of warm water. "Take the medicine."
Tristan did as he was told.
Harriet watched him swallow the pills and said, "Get some good sleep, and the fever should be completely gone when you wake up. If the fever comes back during the night or you feel uncomfortable, call Ryder. Della is still at the hospital, so I'm heading back now."
As Harriet turned around, her wrist was caught by a warm, large hand.
"Harriet." Behind her came Tristan's low, hoarse voice. "Do you love Nolan?"
Harriet paused slightly. "Do you really need this answer?"
"Yes." Tristan spoke with difficulty. "I need it."
Harriet pressed her lips together tightly. "I doubt you'd like to hear my answer."
"Really?" Tristan gave a bitter laugh. "I understand."
He stood up, pulled Harriet by the hand to the coffee table, picked up the fruit knife from the fruit bowl, and placed it in Harriet's hand.
Harriet frowned. "Tristan, you..."
Before she could finish, Tristan gripped her hand , controlling the knife she was forced to hold, and thrust it toward his chest!
"Tristan!"
Harriet's terrified cry rang out in the large, luxurious master bedroom.
Despite her effort to stop him, the sharp blade still pierced through Tristan's shirt.
Blood slowly seeped through his white shirt, the splash of red stinging Harriet's eyes.
Harriet trembled violently. "Tristan, you're insane!"
"I'm not insane." Tristan pulled at his lips, a bitter smile appearing on his handsome, pale face. "I told you, if you don't want me, I'd rather die."
"Harriet, kill me. Kill me, and you can stay with Nolan forever."
Harriet closed her eyes painfully. "Since you knew, why didn't you do anything about it."
"I wanted to do something, I wanted to beat Nolan to death and completely cut off any possibility between you two." Tristan smiled bitterly. "But I was afraid you'd be angry with me, afraid I'd push you further away, afraid you'd disappear from my world as decisively as you did three years ago."
"Harriet, these past three days, I've been trying to convince myself to accept you being with Nolan, but I can't."
"I'd rather die than give you to him like this. So Harriet, kill me. I'm begging you."
"Stop this!" Harriet was both anxious and heartbroken. "Let go, let me treat your wound!"
"And after that?" Tristan asked. "You'll still leave, you'll go to Nolan. Our child will still keep calling him dad."
"Harriet, tell me, what's the point of me being alive?"
Harriet's eyes felt sore and stinging. "Tristan, stop forcing me. Please, let me look at your wound."
"No." Tristan gripped her hand and thrust the blade toward himself again!
"Don't!" Harriet's tears burst forth. "Tristan, I'm begging you! Let go!"
Tristan smiled, a desperate and desolate expression spreading across his handsome face. "I'm begging you too. Kill me."
"Tristan!" Seeing him about to push the knife in further, Harriet completely broke down. "I don't love Nolan, okay! Let go!"
Tristan froze. "You're not lying to me?"
"No!" Harriet cried. "I'm not lying to you. I don't love Nolan! I love you! Only you!"
She simply couldn't watch Tristan get hurt!
Right now, her heart hurt more as though this knife were stabbed into her own body!
She couldn't lie to herself!
Only then did Tristan slowly release his grip.
Harriet's fingers trembled. "Don't move, I'm taking you to the hospital!"
Tristan gripped the handle and pulled the knife out. "It's fine, the wound isn't deep."
"You're really crazy!" Harriet's face was streaming with tears as she raised her hand to cover his wound. "Come to the hospital with me right now!"
But Tristan raised his hands to grip her shoulders. "Harriet, you just said you don't love Nolan, you love me, only me... is that true?"
"At a time like this, can you stop obsessing over this?" Harriet was both anxious and angry. "You need to go to the hospital!"
"I need to hear your true feelings."
"Yes!" Harriet looked at him with grievance. "I've never loved Nolan, not in the past, not now. I only love you. Be good and let's go to the hospital ."
Tristan looked at her deeply, and the next second, he kissed her lips .
Harriet was caught off guard and tried to push him away, but her whole body was firmly locked in his embrace.
She wanted to struggle but was afraid of hurting him, completely at a loss.
Tristan's breath was burning hot, as though it would consume her completely. Harriet struggled to breathe, her mind gradually going blank, until finally she went limp in his arms.
Tristan kissed her while lifting her up horizontally and walked toward the large bed not far away.
The two fell onto the bed together and kissed again.
"No!" Harriet pushed him away calmly. "You have a fever and you're injured. Do you have a death wish?"
"I don't need it anymore." Tristan pressed her down again. "Harriet, my life has always been yours."
"Stop it." Harriet dodged his pursuing kiss, coaxing him gently. "First, you need to treat your wound and get better."
"Just once." Tristan's deep eyes held a hint of pleading as he gazed at her intently. "Honey, just once, please give it to me, okay?"
Harriet's heart trembled violently.
In the next moment, Tristan kissed her again.
Harriet tried hard to maintain her rationality and checked his wound.
Fortunately, the wound wasn't deep and had stopped bleeding.
Tristan gently kissed the corner of her lips. "Honey, focus."
Harriet really wanted to crack open his head right then and see if there was anything inside besides sex!
Tristan gripped her hand, forcing her to interlock fingers with him, and kissed her deeply.
An hour later, everything finally calmed down.
Both were drenched in sweat, as if they'd just been pulled out of water.
After resting for a few minutes, Harriet propped up her sore body and got out of bed. She went to the walk-in closet to get a robe, put it on, and came out to treat Tristan's wound.
Although the wound wasn't deep, after such intense activity, he had still lost quite a bit of blood. The bed was covered in bloodstains.
Harriet cleaned his wound and examined it carefully. "No, we still need to go to the hospital. You'll probably need a couple of stitches."
"I don't want to go."
Harriet looked at him seriously. "You said after doing it once, you'd listen to me."
Tristan chuckled. "Okay, I won't go back on my word, but I want to take a shower first."
"Let me put a waterproof bandage on your wound first."
Tristan got up, his long arms wrapping around her slender waist. "Let's shower together, okay?"
Harriet fell silent.
Knowing Tristan's nature, showering together would take at least two hours before they could get out.
"No, we shower separately."
"I'm just kidding." Tristan kissed her forehead. "I'll go shower next door."
"Okay."
Harriet went to the bathroom for a shower, and when she came out, she went to the walk-in closet to find some clothes to wear.
Tristan was quick and had already finished showering. He was leaning on the sofa with his eyes closed, resting.
Harriet walked over and instinctively raised her hand to touch his forehead.
Sure enough, the fever was back!
"Tristan, Tristan?"
Tristan opened his eyes with difficulty. "I'm fine, just a bit tired."
"Can you still walk? Let's go to the hospital now."
"Yes."
Harriet helped Tristan downstairs.
The hospital wasn't far so Harriet drove, and they arrived in twenty minutes.
Tristan was sent to the emergency room.
After the doctor's examination, the injury wasn't serious. As Harriet had expected, the wound needed few stitches.
But he had a fever and was exhausted, his body already completely drained.
"Mrs. Lancaster, we'll treat Mr. Lancaster's wound now."
"Okay."
Just as Harriet was about to leave, Tristan grabbed her wrist.
"What's wrong?" Harriet asked. "I'll wait outside."
"Stay with me."
"Stop it, treating your injury is important."
"If you leave, I won't get treated."
Harriet fell silent.
"Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster, you have such a good relationship." The doctor suppressed a smile. "This isn't a major surgery, you can stay."
Harriet sighed helplessly. "Then please begin."
"Okay."