Tangled Temptations novel Chapter 123

Eloise was lying quietly on the snow-white pillow.

Probably because of her illness, her body and voice became noticeably soft. "I don't wanna go to the hospital."

She felt like she’d die of embarrassment if she had to go to the hospital for this.

Harvey gently brushed his hand over her face, then picked up his phone from the bedside table and dialed a number.

"Denise, get me a doctor."

"Sure. We're at room 3601."

"No, it's not me. Eloise is sick."

Denise on the other end of the phone was stunned, not knowing how to react.

Why weren't they at home but at a hotel?

The behavior of Harvey took him by surprise.

Denise, being an old hand in the business, quickly got in touch with a reliable family doctor and personally accompanied him.

When they arrived at the hotel room, Harvey greeted them at the door.

Before the doctor could say anything, Harvey frowned and asked. "Why is it a male doctor?"

Denise was taken aback. Harvey hadn't specified if he wanted a male or female doctor.

Harvey didn't let them in. "Get a female doctor, preferably experienced, and... she should be able to keep a secret."

He knew Eloise was very conscious of her image.

Denise, being sharp, quickly switched to a well-known gynecologist in the city, who was indeed competent. She prescribed some oral medication, sparing Eloise the IV drip.

By noon, Eloise's fever had subsided.

But her energy was greatly drained, and she became very sleepy.

Denise didn't leave. He tidied up the hotel suite, his mind full of confusion as he cleaned.

Harvey stayed in the bedroom.

He sat on the couch, dealt with some work, and then went over to check on Eloise, gently touching her hand.

Her fingers were slender and soft, showing that she seldom did housework. But since she moved into his apartment, he had given the housemaid a break. Therefore, all the household chores were done by Eloise, and she never complained.

Harvey suddenly remembered their early days of living together.

Back then, a single glance from him would make Eloise blush.

He knew she liked him.

But now, her face rarely reddened in his presence. Instead, it was last night when Landon called her "honey" that she blushed and saw the shyness he recognized.

Just thinking about it made Harvey feel a bit overwhelmed.

At four in the afternoon, he took Eloise back to the apartment. She still felt unwell and a bit nauseated.

Denise called the doctor again.

The doctor said it was because she had taken the morning-after pill.

Harvey dismissed everyone else, returned to the bedroom, and looked at Eloise, who looked pale and was leaning against the pillow. He couldn't help but recall last night, when he was indeed overwhelmed with desire and enjoying himself more than ever before.

But now that Eloise was sick, he regretted it a bit.

He walked over, gently touched her face, and said, "I won't make you take that again."

Eloise felt embarrassed and turned her face away.

Harvey bowed his head and kissed her gently. It was a long kiss, and it wasn’t until a faint blush appeared on her face that he let go.

Eloise looked up at him, her eyes shimmering with tears.

She whispered. "Harvey, you should stop this."

They had established a tacit understanding between them.

But after all this time, the woman in his heart had returned, and he seemed to enjoy his ambiguous relationship with Joan.

Eloise felt he should let her go. It would be better for that woman and him, and everyone would be better off.

Harvey didn't say anything and was just looking at her silently.

He wasn't satisfied yet.

How could he be satisfied? All he wanted right now was to sleep with her.

It was usually them being served by women, so how come Harvey was taking care of a woman now? Harvey was no doctor!

Could it be...?

Riley's voice was a bit heavy. "Harvey, do you actually like her?"

Harvey hung up the phone with a smirk on his face.

He looked at Eloise with a devastatingly charming smile playing around his mouth. "Ms. Laurent, are you satisfied now?"

Eloise didn't want to pay him any attention.

To her, Harvey's concessions and provocations were nothing more than typical male tactics. If he really liked her, he would offer her a stable and lasting relationship, not just physical intimacy.

But his compromises and considerations did ease their relationship somewhat.

Over the weekend, Harvey did nothing but take care of her and work in his study. He even went downstairs to feed the puppy.

Eloise wasn't feeling well.

He didn't touch her, but he always liked to kiss her.

When she was left all hot and bothered by his kisses, he'd chuckle.

During those two days, Eloise felt as if she were back in the past, but she knew deep down that it wasn't really the case. His consideration and those blush-inducing behaviors were simply because he was in a good mood.

Harvey didn't care whether she was touched or in pain.

After resting for two days, Eloise felt much better and suddenly craved a cup of coffee.

As she was preparing the coffee, the doorbell rang.

Harvey was in his study, so Eloise went to answer the door, thinking it was Orlena.

Upon opening the door, she froze.

Standing at the door was Joan.

Joan, with a beautiful smile on her face, looked nothing like the spiteful woman she was that night.

Eloise didn't underestimate Joan. She didn't stop them from meeting either. She let Joan in and went to the door of the study to tell Harvey about the guest.

"Ms. Joan is here. Do you want to see her?"