Tangled Temptations novel Chapter 377

Eloise gazed intently at Ravenna, her eyes piercing through the facade of her rival's poised exterior. Ravenna's expression betrayed her inner turmoil, revealing a truth that needed no evidence to support it.

Without the need for confrontation, Eloise's voice was calm yet laden with conviction as she declared, "Ravenna, the truth is, from the beginning to the end, you never loved him. You've only ever loved yourself."

For Ravenna, Max had always been an elusive prize, a toy just beyond her grasp—a symbol of a desire never to be fulfilled. Their love—if it could even be called that—was twisted from the start.

With those final words, Eloise turned on her heel and walked away, her steps slow and measured. Natalia offered a comforting arm as they made their way out. Eloise's silhouette exuded poise and tranquility.

Ravenna's face twisted with envy. Eloise had it all – power, wealth, and a string of men who adored her. If it hadn't been for Jeffrey's intervention that day, Eloise would not have survived, and Ravenna's path would have been clear.

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At Everest Technologies, Harvey sifted through a backlog of paperwork before standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows, coffee in hand. He took in the view outside. The sky was turning pale with signs of impending snow.

Denise approached him softly. "Eloise visited the cemetery, but she's back at the hospital now."

Harvey's grip tightened around his coffee cup, but he said nothing. Snowflakes began to drift outside the window.

Christmas was around the corner, a time for family gatherings and warmth. Yet, after all the trials and that haunting dream, he knew Eloise's heart must’ve been wrestling with a multitude of emotions. Harvey understood that complexity all too well. But there were things she didn't know—good news, like the return of his long-forgotten memories...

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The next day, Eloise was discharged from the hospital. The Horigan family had planned a lavish banquet in her honor, but considering her pregnancy, they settled for a cozy celebration at home.

Downstairs, the aroma of a succulent lamb stew wafted through the air, drawing the children to the kitchen, eyes wide with anticipation. Harvey instructed them to take their seats and went upstairs to call Eloise for dinner.

In the warm, comfortable living room upstairs, Eloise lounged on the couch, absorbed in a parenting book. Harvey stood at the doorway, silently watching her. She wore a soft pink sweater over a floral dress. Her pregnancy was barely noticeable, and her femininity was accentuated.

They had shared intimate moments in the hospital, but nothing compared to the privacy of their home.

Harvey approached, unable to help himself, as he bent down and kissed the tender spot behind her ear, teasing, “Why are you still reading these after having two kids? Come on, Eloise.”

She responded with a natural kiss. After a lengthy embrace, she whispered, “I thought you might want to read up, too. Can't have me doing all the hard work."

Harvey's thoughts drifted to the past. The explosion at their villa on the morning he insisted on leaving for Britain, the birth of Darrien amidst the turmoil with Monika... Looking back, he felt a profound ache for Eloise.

Sitting beside her now, he pressed his forehead to hers. "I'll take good care of you and the baby, Eloise. You can count on that."

Eloise looked up, her eyelashes quivering ever so slightly. Did he remember everything now?

Without answering, Harvey simply held her close, pulling out a small object from his pocket and placing it in her hand. "Keep this safe," he murmured.

It was the locket, pieced together. The very one Max had given her, the one that had saved her life.

Eloise caressed it lightly. "When did you become so magnanimous, Attorney Horigan?"

Her use of 'Attorney Horigan' indicated she remembered their shared dream. Harvey gazed at her and smiled softly. "Tell me, when have I ever been anything but?"

Eloise smiled lightly.

Taking in her calm and composed appearance, Harvey's heart inexplicably stirred. He was sure he loved her, but after regaining his memory, the feeling was different.

The good days he spent with Eloise weren’t record in the diary and unknown to the outsiders. Only the two of them knew those private things.

Harvey rested his chin on Eloise's shoulder and said in a low voice, "Shall we go out for Christmas?"

Eloise took a box and put things in order. She casually asked, "Where are you planning to spend it?"

"The apartment."

Eloise's face blushed slightly. After all, in that dream, they had made love in the apartment several times. Now that he mentioned it, he must have thought about it.

Eloise held the box. She turned her head to kiss him, then touched his handsome face, and hummed.

Harvey was somewhat comparative, and he asked softly with Eloise in his arms, "Eloise, in your heart, am I better than Max?"

They had three children, but he's still cautious.

Men care about themselves, and women can always feel it. Eloise also enjoyed this feeling.