Tangled Temptations novel Chapter 271

As dusk fell, a black SUV slowly pulled into the mansion. The driver stepped out to open the door for Eloise.

A servant approached, whispering, "He is in the study."

Eloise nodded and slowly ascended the stairs, gently pushing open the door to the study.

Harvey sat behind the desk. The dim light cast a shadow across his handsome face. The computer before him played a video of Eloise at a press conference, a scene he had watched countless times that afternoon.

Beside him lay a diary.

Eloise stepped in, and he looked up at her. She was still in her elegant white suit.

Harvey extended a hand to her. She approached and gently leaned into his embrace, saying nothing but just resting against him.

Harvey removed the clip from her hair and took off her high heels. He buried his face in her hair, asking softly, "Are you tired?"

Eloise felt her nose prickling at the question. She shook her head in his arms. After a long while, she softly spoke, "Harvey, let's go to the care home."

Harvey's body stiffened slightly. Eloise kissed his neck, whispering, "It'll be easier there. You won't need to force yourself to remember me, or to remember Linda. The pain won't be as bad. Harvey, when you remember us, call, and we'll come see you." Her voice broke, because she knew that the times he could remember her were growing fewer and fewer.

Harvey squeezed his eyes shut, and pain was etched on his face.

Eloise sobbed. "Harvey, before I change my mind..." She suddenly stood, pushed him back against the chair, and then his belt was being unbuckled.

"Eloise!" Harvey's voice was husky.

Eloise kissed him. She knew what he liked the most. The things she had once been reluctant to do, she was willing now. She wanted him to remember this feeling, to bear the mark of her on his body, so even if he forgot her, he would never forget this moment.

The depth of their love was profound.

Harvey's hands clenched on the chair's armrests. He lowered his head, and his gaze was filled with affection as he drew her in for a kiss. "Enough, Eloise...it's enough..."

Her voice trembled, "Harvey, you're mine, all mine!"

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Harvey moved into the high-end care home, and he took the diary with him.

The doctors had given him a wristband tracker, but Eloise took it off for him. It was like removing his shackles. Harvey wouldn't get lost. The worst-case scenario was that he'd forget how to get back home.

Occasionally, he would remember her. Maybe once a week, maybe once every ten days, or maybe half a month.

He would call her, whisper sweet nothings, and be eager to see her. No matter how busy Eloise was, she would always bring Linda to see him.

Linda was sensible, seemingly understanding the meaning of her father's business trips. She never made a fuss, and always cheered him up when he could remember her.

Each time, Linda would bring fairy tale books with her. She would sit in her father's lap, pouting cutely, and would ask him to read to her.

By the fourth book, Harvey could barely remember them. He held out until the baby in Eloise's belly started to move. The powerful kicking made him feel both awed and reverent. This was a small life he and Eloise had created together, and now it was really starting to move.

Harvey was fascinated by this feeling. He lay in Eloise's arms, listening to the rhythmic thumping. And then, he fell asleep.

Eloise covered her mouth, crying uncontrollably. She knew that Harvey had managed to hold on until now because of that diary. When she returned home late at night, she couldn't help but smile at the thought of their next meeting.

The servant came forward. "Madam, there's a package for you."

Eloise took it and glanced at it casually, then froze.