Tangled Temptations novel Chapter 107

At this moment, if Eloise chose to go with him, she'd feel like a complete moron.

Instead of answering him directly, she just walked to the door, switched her shoes, and said, "I'll drive you to the airport."

Harvey stared at her for a few seconds without saying a word.

Underground parking lot.

Harvey had three cars parked here.

One was his regular ride, a Bentley. The other two were sports cars, which he rarely drove.

Harvey opened a red Ferrari and climbed into the passenger seat.

Eloise got into the car, and he handed her the keys, saying, "Use this car from now on. It's pretty late when you finish teaching Blake. It’s not very safe."

A substitute car?

Eloise bit her lip slightly and said, "I'd rather buy one myself. This car is too flashy, not really my style."

Harvey didn't argue. With a monthly credit card limit of 5 million dollars for Eloise, buying a car was not a problem at all.

Without saying much, Eloise gently stepped on the gas.

Harvey had been busy all day and didn't have the energy to discuss what happened last night. Eloise drove well, so he just leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes to rest.

An hour later, Eloise parked the car in the underground parking lot.

She turned to call him.

Harvey blinked slowly, then slowly opened his eyes.

He had a pair of phoenix eyes, deeply outlined and extremely good-looking.

Eloise asked softly, "Do you want me to walk you up?"

Harvey gently held her hand, then whispered, "No need, just be careful driving back."

Eloise thought he looked very tired. He had helped her a lot; she should at least show some concern.

"Same goes for you. Text me when you land."

Perhaps the atmosphere between them had become more relaxed, and Harvey's gaze fell on her lips.

Eloise leaned over and kissed him lightly. When she pulled away, she gently said, "Safe travels."

Suddenly, Harvey gripped the back of her head and deepened the kiss.

Eloise was stunned. She could feel his body heat; his skin felt hot.

"Harvey, are you sick?"

He let go of her lips but didn't let her go. Instead, he rested his forehead against hers. His voice was raspy, "Feels like I'm sick; you should check."

Eloise dodged his face, her breathing a bit messed up, reminding him, "You'll miss your flight if you keep dawdling."

"You're kicking me out?"

With her in his arms, Harvey opened the car door with one hand.

Eloise quietly pushed him away. She watched him carry his luggage clumsily, feeling a bit soft-hearted, "If you're not feeling well, ask a flight attendant for some medicine."

Harvey looked at her deeply and said, "Got it."

Eloise had a sudden impulse to go to Rossland with him; he was sick, and there was no one else around. But in the end, she held back.

Back home, the apartment felt a bit empty.

She thought carefully about the unusual cold war between herself and Harvey.

Maybe it was because their relationship was not suitable for fighting.

Fighting was something real lovers did, and they were not.

Even though they were not, Eloise was still willing to care for him. She timed it right and called Harvey three hours later to ask how he was.

"I'm fine. Gotta go, I've got a negotiation coming up."

Eloise responded softly.

After hanging up, she walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, sat in front of the Louis II piano, and played a piece.