Chapter 666 I Love My Wife Very Much
Desiree froze on the spot, feeling like the words around her were sharp and icy.
Her fingers went stiff, and her whole body felt numb, like she was just a zombie standing there.
So, this was what Harold had been hiding from her?
It took her a minute to snap out of it and head upstairs.
As Desiree made her way up, Harold was already chilling in the living room.
His face was even colder than when he first walked in, his eyes like ice, showing zero warmth.
Next to him, Isolde looked like she was in actual pain. She turned to Ember. "Mrs. Lewis."
She couldn't understand why Harold disliked her so much even if she was so amazing.
And she had gone against Cressida's orders to sneak out.
When Cressida found out Harold was married, she didn't want him as a son-in-law anymore, but Isolde couldn't let go. She still remembered the night she first met Harold.
So, she snuck out when Cressida wasn't home.
But why was Harold still so cold to her?
What did she lack compared to his ex-wife?
"Harold, Isolde came all this way, don't be so cold," Ember reminded him.
But Harold wasn't there for a date; he was there to get something Ember had promised him. But apparently, she had tricked him.
So how could he be in a good mood?
Harold's patience ran out, and he stood up abruptly, his chiseled face full of indifference. "If you don't plan to give me what I came for, then I'll consider this trip a waste."
Then he intended to leave right away.
Ember had gone to great lengths to get him there, so she wouldn't let that happen.
Her face showed urgency as she quickly blocked the door, and Isolde stood up anxiously as well.
"Got it, I'll get it for you now. Are you satisfied?" Ember said impatiently.
Seeing her compromise, Harold sat back down.
But even as he sat, he had nothing to say to Isolde beside him.
Isolde looked at his stern profile, her heart racing, but she felt disappointed. "Mr. Lewis, actually, I wanted to say last time, I don't mind..."
"Miss Porter," Harold interrupted her, his voice sharp and cutting, "I think no one should have the idea of destroying someone else's marriage, right?"
"Are you saying you haven't divorced?" Isolde's face turned pale for a moment.
"My mother is too eager to break up my current marriage," Harold paused, looking at her seriously, explaining, "But I have to say, I love my wife very much and don't want to be separated from her. Nor do I want to accept anyone other than her, you got it?"
She bit her lip, nodded after a moment. "I got it."
At that moment, the unspoken crush she had was already dead.
But out of some sense of hope, Isolde didn't get up.
She thought, she would leave when Ember returned. After all, Ember had always been kind to her.
Even if she had to leave, she should at least say goodbye.
Isolde didn't want to think about whether this was her selfishness at play.
Soon, Ember came out with a jar of Rhodiola rosea.
Besides the intact jar, she also brought a glass pot filled with water infused with Rhodiola rosea.
She filled two cups with a smile, handing one to each of them. "Rhodiola rosea, it's good stuff, have some."
Harold didn't want to drink.
All he wanted was to take it and leave, but Ember's eyes, a mix of firmness and pleading, made it hard for him to leave coldly.
He still needed to grab those things and bring them back to explain everything to Desiree. She needed to know how they lost the child, and another reason was Ember, who had raised him for over twenty years.
His throat tightened as he took the cup and downed it in one go.
Let this cup of water be the end of it.
After drinking, he grabbed the jar of Rhodiola rosea and headed for the door.
"Mr. Lewis, why are you leaving?" Isolde stood up in surprise, and as soon as she spoke, her body swayed violently, her cheeks unusually red.
Harold, who had reached the foyer, clutched his head and staggered back, collapsing onto the sofa, his long legs hitting the coffee table with a loud noise.
It felt like a fire was burning in his lower abdomen, hot sweat uncontrollably dripping down, his Adam's apple moving, an indescribable desire brewing in his body.
Isolde was in worse shape than him, Harold had good self-control and was still conscious.
She was already so hot she wanted to take off her clothes.
Harold didn't dare to look in her direction, staying far away.
This state made him instantly think of a possibility.
"Did you drug that water?" He looked at Ember in disbelief, his eyes trembling.
He never thought his own mother would do this to him!
Ember had no energy to answer him now.
Seeing his state, she knew the drug was working. She quickly called Wesley, who was hiding in the room.
The house had good soundproofing, so it took Wesley a while to hear and come out.
"Hurry and carry Harold and Miss Porter to the upstairs bedroom," Ember said.
There were three empty bedrooms upstairs, two of which were at the far left and right of the hallway, far apart, so any noise wouldn't reach downstairs.
But Wesley still felt something was off and hesitated. "You drugged Harold? How could you do such a thing?"
"Now you know to blame me, what were you doing before?" Ember sneered, "Don't forget, he's your son too. Do you want to see him continue to be mesmerized by Desiree?"
In the end, Wesley was persuaded by her.
Harold stared at Ember, his mouth filled with the taste of iron from biting his tongue.
But the drug was too strong, even that didn't help him feel better.
It showed how much effort Ember had put into making this happen.
Being stared at by those deep eyes, Ember felt a bit guilty. She lifted Harold without meeting his gaze, muttering, "One day, you'll thank me for everything I've done for you."
Then she and Wesley carried them to the upstairs bedroom, threw them on the bed, and closed the door, all in one go.
As the door closed, Harold stared at the ceiling.
In the small bedroom, the heat was even more intense.
A soft hand reached out, gently touching his chest, carrying an indescribable allure under the influence of the drug.
Harold coldly pushed Isolde away and quickly got up, heading into the bathroom.
Soon, the sound of running water could be heard.
But a cold shower wasn't a solution.
He stayed in there for ten minutes, only slightly suppressing the drug's effects.
So he irritably ran a hand through his hair, and opened the door. As soon as he did, a soft body lunged at him.
"Harold, let's make love, I know you're suffering too."
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