Chapter 81 Mistaken Marriage
"Have you made enough of a scene!" Tristan suppressed his anger. "Accusing me of being in Lark's bed for no reason—you just want an excuse to leave, don't you? Don't even think about it!"
"I'm looking for an excuse?" Harriet laughed bitterly. "If I hadn't found the photo of you two in bed last night so disgusting, I wouldn't have stayed a single second. I deleted it right away, but I really wish I could show you how disgusting you are!"
"I'm disgusting?" Tristan smirked. "The night before last, when you were lying in my arms saying how comfortable you were, you didn't find me disgusting then, did you?"
Harriet's face flushed red with anger. Just as she was about to walk out, Tristan grabbed her.
Without a word, he swept her up in his arms and headed straight upstairs.
No matter how much Harriet hit him or resisted, Tristan remained unmoved. He carried her directly into the master bedroom and threw her onto the bed.
Harriet tried to escape, but Tristan pinned her down.
Harriet cried out in pain, tears streaming down her face as she hit and cursed him. "Tristan, you bastard! Get out!"
Tristan held down her struggling hands, but in the end couldn't bear it, and slowly kissed her.
This time was harder than any other time. Every cell in Harriet's body was rejecting him, which made it uncomfortable for him too.
Harriet cried herself out until she was exhausted and fell asleep.
Tristan pulled out a cigarette and lit it. He took his phone from the clothes on the floor and made a call. "Harriet said she received a photo on her phone last night of me and Lark in bed together. Look into it."
"Yes, Mr. Lancaster."
Tristan turned to look at Harriet sleeping beside him. "Also, pull up all the surveillance footage of everywhere I've been since last night."
Ryder was a bit confused. "What?"
"Harriet suspects I was in Lark's bed last night. I need to prove my innocence. Is that hard to understand?"
"I understand. I'll pull the surveillance footage right away."
Tristan hung up and reached out to gently stroke Harriet's beautiful face.
Hopefully they could have a child soon, and things wouldn't be so chaotic.
When Harriet woke up, it was already noon.
The scene from the morning flooded back into her mind. She sat up abruptly, feeling sore all over.
Tristan was already gone. Harriet got up, took a shower in the bathroom, and went downstairs.
"You're awake?"
In the living room, Tristan was listening to Ryder's work report. Seeing Harriet come downstairs, he stood up and walked over. "Lunch is ready. Let's eat."
"I'm not hungry." Harriet looked at him coldly. "Can I leave now?"
"Harriet, nothing happened between Lark and me." Tristan raised his hands to grip her shoulders. "Will you trust me?"
"How can I trust you after what you've done?" Harriet pushed his hands away and said decisively, "Forget about the past—the day I came to Cloud Bay, you personally promised to keep your distance from Lark. Did you do that? Good thing I already saw through you and didn't easily believe what you said. But Tristan, you really disgust me!"
Tristan frowned. "You don't trust me at all?"
"We're the same. You've never trusted me either."
If he'd had even the slightest bit of trust, he wouldn't have helped Lark send her to prison back then.
Harriet looked at him coldly. "Tristan, our marriage was a mistake from the start. Why force something as luxurious as trust?"
"So in your heart, our marriage is a mistake, is that it?"
"That's right. I told you this long ago. You just wouldn't listen. Not only wouldn't you listen, but you had to come and disgust me!"
"Being with me disgusts you, is that it?"
"Yes!" Harriet answered without hesitation. "I'll just consider today as being bitten by a dog. If you don't let me go, I'll call the police."
Tristan's face instantly turned cold. "Fine, I'll let you go. But once you walk out that door today, don't regret it!"
"That's exactly what I want!"
Harriet turned and walked away, her thin, straight back radiating stubbornness.
Ryder said anxiously, "Mr. Lancaster, why didn't you explain everything clearly to Mrs. Lancaster?"
"I already explained. She doesn't believe me. She only believes what she wants to believe."
"Then why not show her the evidence?"
"I want her unconditional trust!" Tristan said irritably. "Not to have her get angry and leave over some random photo!"
Ryder really didn't understand how married people thought, and didn't dare say anything more.
Harriet took a cab back to the clinic.
Despite feeling wronged, she still had to act like nothing happened.
She never liked making her private matters public.
Much less something like Tristan imprisoning her at Cloud Bay to have a baby.
In the afternoon, Harriet went to give Chase his routine physical examination.
Chase's health was fine, but he was still angry at the servants for breaking his toy last time and hadn't forgiven them yet.
Harriet counseled him for quite a while before he let it go.
When Harriet came downstairs, Nolan was already waiting for her in the study.
"Mr. Johnson, did you find someone to take care of Chase?"
"I did. I interviewed them personally and they seem acceptable. You can introduce them to Chase."
"No problem. I just tried mentioning it to Chase, and he didn't resist."
"That's great."
Nolan placed a cup of freshly brewed coffee in front of her. "You're able to start working again—has Tristan's health recovered?"
"Yes." Harriet took a sip of hot coffee. "His constitution is pretty good. Nothing serious."
"That's best." Nolan concealed the emotion in his eyes and didn't expose the lie.
Harriet chatted with Nolan for a while, then said goodbye and left, taking a cab to the Coleman family.
Being trapped at Cloud Bay these past few days had even delayed her work, so she came to see Flora first thing.
Flora sat in her chair, watching Harriet examine her.
Harriet was beautiful—pleasant to look at from any angle. The more Flora looked at her, the more she liked her.
"Harriet, it's such a shame you married so young. If you were still single, I'd definitely find a way to marry you into the Coleman family. Several of Nash's cousins are still single. Then we could be one family."
Harriet smiled. "We're friends now, and that's good too."
"That's true."
Harriet's examination took a bit longer today. Flora was curious. "What's wrong? Is there a problem with my health?"
"Nothing major, but..." Harriet hesitated, then asked, "Mrs. Coleman, forgive me for being forward, but have you been troubled by something lately? Are you feeling down?"
Flora's expression froze, then she quickly denied it. "No, what would I have to worry about?"
"That's good, of course." Harriet looked at her. "But Mrs. Coleman, if you trust me, please go to the hospital for a checkup, especially for your breasts."
"Did you find something?"
"No, don't worry. I'm just suggesting you get checked. I recommend having a physical twice a year. You have the money and time, so doing one or two extra checkups a year is fine."
Flora thought back. "Come to think of it, it has been over half a year since my last checkup. I'll take your advice."
Harriet nodded. "Mrs. Coleman, a good mood leads to better health. You must relax. If something's bothering you, don't keep it inside—you need to find a way to release those emotions."
"I told you, I don't have any worries. You're overthinking it."
"That's even better, then."
In the evening, Harriet returned to the clinic and collapsed onto the bed, exhausted.
Seeing patients wasn't tiring, but she'd been worn out by Tristan's antics that morning and was already sore all over.
Harriet ordered takeout, cleaned up the room a bit, took a hot shower, and crawled into bed early.
Just as she was about to fall asleep, her phone suddenly rang.
Harriet picked up her phone and saw it was Xavier calling.
Harriet didn't plan to answer, but Xavier quickly called a second time.
Worried something might have happened at Haven, Harriet had no choice but to answer. "What is it?"
Xavier on the other end sounded annoyed. "You're impatient now? You think I want to call you?"
"Then just get to the point."
"Tristan's drunk. Come pick him up."