Chapter 183: You Want to Get on Top of Me
Ryder felt the already cramped car interior suddenly become even more suffocating.
He tentatively asked, "Mr. Lancaster, maybe you should just go home first."What's the point of staying here?
Tristan irritably tugged at his tie, tossed his phone to Ryder, and got out of the car directly.
Ryder fell silent.
When the doorbell rang, Harriet put down her knife and fork. "That must be the fruit I ordered."
She got up to answer the door. When she saw Tristan standing outside, the smile on her face instantly froze.
Harriet looked at him guardedly. "Why are you here again?"
Tristan asked expressionlessly, "Is my grandmother here?"
"Yes."
"I'm here to take her home."
"Grandma hasn't finished dinner yet. When she's done, someone will naturally take her home."
"You mean Griffin?" Tristan sneered. "Are you two living together?"
"That's none of your business." Harriet emphasized, "Don't forget, Grandma is Griffin's grandmother too. It's perfectly natural for her to stay here and have dinner with us."
"Us?" Tristan's eyes narrowed, radiating danger. "You and Griffin?"
"That's right." Harriet said coldly, "Please stop bothering us."
With that, Harriet shut the door directly.
She adjusted her emotions and returned to the dining room.
"Where's the fruit?" Griffin asked.
"It hasn't arrived yet. That was just someone from property management."
"I see."
After dinner, the four of them went to the game room to play cards.
It wasn't until after nine o'clock that Griffin took Haven back to the Lancaster Manor.
Niamh also returned to her own apartment.
Iris had arranged for someone to clean the kitchen. Harriet was about to practice some yoga when the doorbell suddenly rang.
Thinking it was Niamh returning, Harriet opened the door while saying, "Why are you so forgetful? What did you forget this time..."
Before she could finish, the door was suddenly pushed open.
Before Harriet could react, Tristan strode in with his long legs.
Just as Harriet was about to speak, the handsome face in front of her suddenly enlarged, and Tristan lowered his head to kiss her lips.
Harriet pushed him while backing away.
But Tristan clearly had no intention of letting her go, pressing forward until they both tumbled onto the sofa.
Harriet was pinned against the sofa, both of them breathing heavily.
"Harriet." Tristan's fingertips gently caressed her face. "These past two years, have you thought about me?"
Harriet's long lashes trembled. "Tristan, are you crazy?"
Tristan smiled. "Yes, I'm crazy."
He'd been crazy since two years ago, hopelessly crazy.
"Harriet." Tristan pressed his forehead against hers, the air thick with tension. "Tell me, have you thought about me?"
Harriet suddenly smiled, her voice soft and seductive. "Tristan, you want to sleep with me, right?"
Tristan was clearly stunned, his Adam's apple bobbing as he blurted out, "Yes!"
He did.
He'd been dreaming about it!
Especially after seeing her at Ewan's birthday banquet, he wanted it so badly his heart ached!
He knew he was being pathetic, but he couldn't lie to his own heart.
He couldn't forget her, couldn't let her go.
Harriet smiled, her fingertips tracing his handsome features.
This suggestive gesture made Tristan's heartbeat race even faster.
Harriet's red lips parted, her voice soft. "If you had been willing to spare my child back then, never mind sleeping with me—I would have given you my life. But Tristan, what did you do to me?"
It was like a bucket of ice water poured over Tristan's head, extinguishing the fire burning in him. The bone-chilling cold suddenly jolted him awake!
Harriet pushed him away forcefully.
Caught off guard, Tristan fell directly onto the carpet.
The next second—
A slap landed hard on Tristan's face.
The blow made Tristan's head turn to the side.
He slowly turned back to look at Harriet in front of him.
She sat on the sofa, her eyes cold, looking at him with undisguised hatred.
And he, sitting on the floor, looked somewhat pathetic.
Harriet tried hard to stay calm.
But when she spoke, her voice still trembled slightly beyond her control.
"Tristan, guess how much I've hated you these past two years!"
Thinking of the child, a flash of pain crossed Tristan's eyes. "You think you have no responsibility for what happened to the child?"
If she hadn't hurt herself trying to save Griffin, how could they have lost the baby?
That was his own child—didn't he want the baby to be born safely?
But he had no choice.
He couldn't even tell her the reason.
"So tell me, what did I do wrong that you had to punish me like this!" Harriet demanded. "Even if I did something wrong, you could have hurt me, but why did you have to hurt my child?"
Tristan closed his eyes painfully. "Harriet, you don't understand."
"You're right, I don't understand." Harriet laughed coldly. "I don't understand how you could be so cruel!"
"But for me, the answer doesn't matter anymore."
"Tristan, stop bothering me, or I can't guarantee I won't kill you with my own hands!"
After Tristan left, Harriet went to the bathroom and brushed her teeth three times, but still felt his presence lingering.
Feeling restless, she went to the wine cabinet, took out a bottle of red wine, and drank alone until she was slightly tipsy before lying down to sleep.
Early the next morning, Harriet was awakened by urgent phone ringing.
It was Iris calling. "Mrs. Harriet Lancaster, something's wrong! Mrs. Haven Lancaster is sick!"
Harriet sat up abruptly. "What happened!"
"I don't know! She gets up at six every morning to exercise, but she didn't wake up today. I knocked and went into her room and found her unconscious with a burning fever!"
"Give Grandma a cool compress first. I'll be right there!"
Harriet hurriedly got up, washed, grabbed her medical kit, and left.
Lakeside Gardens was an hour's drive from the Lancaster Manor, but she rode her motorcycle and got there in half an hour.
As soon as she entered, Harriet went straight to the second-floor master bedroom.
Iris was already giving Haven a cool compress. Harriet took her temperature—102 degrees Fahrenheit.
"Mrs. Harriet Lancaster, the temperature hasn't gone down at all! It was 102 degrees when I checked half an hour ago!"
"Don't panic."
Harriet immediately examined Haven.
"Grandma just came back from out of town. The temperature difference was too much—she caught a cold. And is she upset with someone?"
Iris said awkwardly, "Mrs. Haven Lancaster was very happy to see you yesterday, but after coming back from Lakeside Gardens, she became sad because she remembered the child you lost."
"These past two years, Mrs. Haven Lancaster has spent very little time in Emberfall. She wouldn't even come back for Christmas because she can't forgive Mr. Tristan Lancaster."
"Also, she doesn't want to stay in Emberfall and watch Mr. Tristan Lancaster and Mr. Wallace fight each other to mutual destruction."
Harriet felt bitter inside.
That child had hurt so many people's hearts.
She'd heard about the rivalry between Tristan and Griffin over the past two years.
She'd asked Griffin about it once. He didn't go into detail, just told her not to worry.
"Grandma is too foolish. How can she torture herself like this?" Harriet took out her phone. "I'll prescribe medication now and have the clinic prepare it. Send someone to pick it up."
"Yes, Mrs. Harriet Lancaster."
Harriet noticed Iris still hadn't changed how she addressed her. She originally wanted to correct it, but seeing that Iris was already overwhelmed with worry about Haven's illness, she didn't want to fuss over such small matters and said nothing.
The medicine arrived quickly. Harriet fed it to Haven, and soon the fever came down a bit. Haven finally woke up.
"Harriet's here?" Seeing Harriet, a smile appeared on Haven's haggard face. "I scared you, didn't I?"
Harriet pressed Haven's hand against her own face. "I was really scared. Grandma, don't scare me like this again."
"Okay."
"Eat something, then take a good bath later."
"Okay."
Harriet fed Haven a bowl of porridge. An hour later, she helped her to the bathroom for a bath.
Haven broke a sweat, and the fever finally subsided. She returned to bed to continue sleeping.
Harriet quietly closed the bedroom door and left.
She had just walked down the stairs when she came face to face with Tristan coming up.