Tangled Temptations novel Chapter 177

Denise was all set. She said in a low voice, "It was bought by an antique collector in Florence, Italy."

Italy...

Harvey's voice was calm and firm. "Book me the fastest flight to Florence, and all the information about that collector, including his family, friends and company..."

Denise nodded in response. "Sure, Attorney Horigan, I'll send his information to your email before you board."

That afternoon, Harvey flew to Italy. He stayed in Italy for a week, then flew back to Peterborough. When he came back, it was already March.

He landed at two in the afternoon, and though he hadn't adjusted to the time difference, he was eager to see Eloise. According to Denise, Eloise was volunteering at a nursing home today.

Harvey drove to find her. Due to the remote location, it was half past three when he arrived.

After parking, he walked into a courtyard with white walls and red tiles, where piano music was playing. The next moment, Harvey saw Eloise.

She was sitting in front of an old piano in a white dress, playing with full concentration. She looked as beautiful as the first time she played the piano for him.

Harvey clenched his fist, as he quickly noticed the difference. It wasn't the sound quality of the piano that was off, but he felt that Eloise's playing lacked the previous vitality and strength. He thought, perhaps her foot hadn't fully recovered.

When she finished playing a piece, he softly called her name, "Eloise."

Upon hearing his voice, Eloise's body stiffened noticeably. However, when she turned around, her expression was calm. “Attorney Horigan?” Her attitude was polite and indifferent, as if facing an old friend.

Harvey looked around. Most of the people were elderly, staring at him with curious eyes. He said softly, “Can we talk alone?”

Finally, Eloise hosted him in the tearoom. It was a small wooden house with large floor-to-ceiling windows, filled with various plants.

Harvey sat elegantly. Eloise poured him a cup of red tea. She said calmly, “There’s no coffee or wine here. Only red tea, you’ll have to make do.”

Harvey didn’t mind; he wasn’t here for the tea.

Eloise sat across from him. Between them, was just a cup of steaming red tea.

Harvey spoke first, "How have you been?"

Eloise sipped her tea, and it took a while before she replied softly, "Fine, pretty good."

Harvey pulled out a letter from his pocket.

Eloise recognized it as the invitation letter from The Conservatoire de Paris that she had received. She remembered that she had lost it, so how did it end up in Harvey's hands?

Harvey's slender fingers tapped the envelope lightly. He looked at Eloise. "Are you still planning to go to France? I just heard you play the piano, is your foot not healed yet?"

Eloise's fingers gently touched her leg. Her foot might not have recovered.

It's ironic that the only thing her relationship with Harvey left her was the injury on her foot. She could no longer become a top pianist, didn't need to go to France, and couldn't drive anymore... this was the price she paid. But Harvey was unscathed.

Eloise didn't complain. She just smiled slightly. "Thank you for caring! I think I won't be going to France anymore."