Chapter 88 Confess to Him
Harriet slowly lifted her head and looked at Tristan again.
Her face was flushed red, clearly embarrassed, but her voice was incredibly firm when she spoke. "The more important reason I married you is that I like you. Even though you were in a vegetative state at the time and might never wake up, I was still willing to marry you. Even if you never woke up, I was willing to stay by your side for the rest of my life."
Tristan's heart felt like a huge stone had been thrown into a calm lake, stirring up waves.
He could almost hear his own heartbeat speeding up.
Although he had known for a long time that Harriet loved him, this was the first time Harriet had confessed her feelings to him.
Countless women in this world admired him, and this wasn't the first time someone had confessed to him, but no one had ever stirred up such a storm in his heart like this.
Harriet's face turned even redder. "So Tristan, as long as I love you, even without a sex life, I'm willing to be a good Mrs. Lancaster."
Tristan couldn't help but chuckle. "Harriet, you're even more innocent than I imagined."
Harriet pouted. "I was determined to divorce you, but why did you have to jump out and block that knife for me last night? You completely destroyed the decision I had finally made."
"Don't be ungrateful," Tristan said with a smile. "Getting stabbed really hurts. You definitely couldn't have handled it."
Harriet felt a pang of heartache.
She could certainly imagine how much pain he must have been in.
"Harriet, I'm sorry." Tristan raised his hand, his fingertips caressing her beautiful face. "What happened in the past was my fault. I shouldn't have unconditionally indulged Lark to repay her kindness, ignoring your feelings. I wasn't a responsible good husband. I even caused you to have regrets with your grandmother because of her."
Harriet lowered her eyes, which immediately turned red.
"Harriet, I know it's too late to say anything now, but I still hope you can give me one more chance, just one last time. I don't want to be separated from you."
Harriet's nose tingled. "Tristan, even if I still love you, it doesn't mean our marriage is normal. Lark will always be between us."
"I don't love Lark." Tristan said seriously. "Harriet, I have never loved Lark."
Harriet was stunned. "How is that possible?"
"Why isn't it possible? When did I ever say I loved Lark?" Tristan said with a faint smile. "I'll be honest with you—I don't think I can love any woman. Lark is just an arranged marriage agreement from my grandfather's generation. I wouldn't even take that kind of verbal agreement seriously. But later she saved me and did me a favor, so I repaid her."
"I admit, if it weren't for that car accident and you marrying me, I might have married her, but that 'if' no longer exists because you're already Mrs. Lancaster."
Harriet stared at him blankly. "So you don't love me, and you don't love Lark either?"
"I'm very sorry I haven't given you love in return." Tristan said frankly. "I grew up watching the drama between my parents, and I saw it very clearly—marriage can have nothing to do with love. My mom got hurt so badly because she loved my dad, so I won't let myself love any woman and make her my weakness."
Harriet's heart ached, not because he didn't love her, but because she felt sorry for him.
"Then why do you still want to be with me?"
"I like being with you." Tristan cupped her face with both hands. "Harriet, give me one more chance. Maybe you can teach me how to love someone."
Harriet's heart trembled hard.
She couldn't resist the impact of those words. At this moment, her brain couldn't think. She just wanted to hold him tight.
Harriet followed her heart and leaned into his arms.
Tristan immediately held her tight.
In this instant, the joy of getting back what he had lost swept through his heart.
He held her tightly as if she were a precious treasure.
"Tristan, please don't hurt me again." Harriet's tears flowed onto his chest. "I'm actually not that strong. Every time you hurt me, I'm in agony."
"I promise you, from now on, I'll handle things with Lark properly and won't let you get hurt because of her anymore." Tristan kissed her forehead. "Teacher, thank you for being willing to give me another chance."
Harriet looked up at him. "What did you call me?"
"Teacher." Tristan raised an eyebrow. "Didn't we just agree that you would teach me how to love someone?"
Harriet smiled through her tears. "At a time like this, you still have the mood to joke around?"
Tristan held her tightly.
He even began to look forward to the day he would fall in love with Harriet.
That evening, the Lancaster Group sent over some documents that needed signing. After Tristan finished handling them, Harriet brought hot water and a towel to help him wash up.
After finishing, Harriet saw he was in a good mood and said, "Tristan, let me examine your body."
"No need." Tristan's face turned cold. "It's already ruined. There's nothing to examine. Don't bring this up again, and don't call Mr. Jones to treat me either."
Harriet knew he couldn't get past this mentally. "Okay, I won't mention it again. Don't be sad."
Only then did Tristan's expression soften a bit. "Let's sleep."
"You sleep first. I'll go to the lounge next door after you fall asleep."
Tristan patted the space beside him. "Sleep here."
"No, you're injured. What if I accidentally touch your wound? It would hurt a lot."
"Sleep here." Tristan insisted.
Harriet had no choice but to lie down on the hospital bed.
The VIP room bed was wide enough for two people.
Tristan hugged her from behind and kissed her neck.
But as he kept kissing, Tristan started getting restless, his hand moving inside her clothes.
Harriet's eyes widened, and she quickly pulled his hand out. "Are you crazy!"
Tristan chuckled softly, his lips against her ear, his husky voice seductive. "I miss you so much."
Harriet felt like an electric current was flowing through her body, tingling and ticklish.
But her heart ached terribly.
Tristan had a strong sex drive. During those two years after marriage, as long as it wasn't her time of the month, he wanted to make love every night.
But now his body couldn't perform, and his desires couldn't be released. He must be really suffering.
Harriet couldn't imagine how hard the rest of his life would be.
Harriet held his hand tightly. "Let's sleep."
"Okay."
The next morning.
When Rhea brought breakfast, Harriet had just woken up.
She helped Tristan wash up and brought breakfast to feed him.
Tristan really enjoyed her care, so even though he could eat by himself, he let her feed him.
Just after finishing breakfast, the hospital room door was pushed open. Owen stormed in and questioned Tristan on the bed. "Xavier said you injured your kidney and it will affect your sexual function. Is that true?"
Tristan's face darkened slightly. "Yes."
Owen couldn't hide his anger. "Xavier said you got injured blocking a knife for Harriet, right?"
Tristan said nothing.
Harriet stepped forward. "Dad, I'm sorry..."
Before Harriet could finish, a slap landed hard on her face.
Owen used all his strength. Harriet lost her balance and the slap sent her falling straight to the ground.