Chapter 667 Her Family Fell Apart
Harold shoved Isolde away, and she landed on the bed with a muffled groan.
If he hadn't held back a bit, she might've ended up on the floor instead.
"I told you, I'm not into other women," Harold said, his voice icy.
He walked over to the door.
With his hand on the doorknob, he frowned and twisted it repeatedly, but the door wouldn't budge.
It seemed to be locked from the outside.
A soft sobbing sound came from behind him. Harold turned around, thinking she might also be a victim, and his lips twitched slightly. "You can take a cold shower."
Isolde looked up with red eyes. "I don't have any clothes."
Harold shrugged. "Then forget it."
He didn't have any clothes she could wear. Was he supposed to lend her his own?
Desiree climbed several flights of stairs to reach Harold's place.
She hesitated for a long time before pressing the doorbell.
After a while, Ember came to open the door.
As before, the moment she saw her, she reflexively tried to close the door.
But then, for some reason, she smiled strangely and opened the door again. "Desiree, you're just in time. Come in."
Desiree found her attitude strange.
But she had seen her reluctance to let her in just moments ago.
So why had she changed her mind now?
Could it be true that Harold was inside with another woman?
Crossing that threshold, she might see Harold chatting intimately with another woman.
The imagined scene deeply pierced her heart.
Desiree finally decided to go in.
Before entering, she had prepared herself, but what she saw was not what she had expected. She didn't even see Harold.
In the living room, only Wesley was sitting there.
Had she guessed wrong?
Desiree suddenly doubted herself. Maybe Harold wasn't here, and she had been too gullible.
With that thought, the tension she had been holding onto quietly eased.
Just then, Ember spoke up, "You're looking for Harold? Unfortunately, he's upstairs with Miss Porter. If you don't mind, you can wait here, but who knows how long it will take."
Desiree's whole body trembled. She looked at her, and her eyes filled with disbelief, shock, and pain.
It wasn't her imagination, Ember's words were too suggestive. A man and a woman alone in a room for a long time—who wouldn't think the worst?
"Mrs. Lewis, I don't quite understand what you mean." she forced a smile.
"You're a smart person and you should understand my words. In fact, I always thought you and Harold were not a good match. Now that the child is gone, he has better options. Isn't that a win-win?" Ember said.
Desiree suddenly stood up and rushed to the second floor.
Wesley didn't stop her, nor did Ember. Wesley felt guilty, and Ember thought there was no need to stop her.
Some things needed to be seen with one's own eyes to give up.
She knew how strong the drug was. And Harold and Isolde had been in there for so long, they might have already done the deed.
Now that Desiree was going in, which was perfect. If she saw something she shouldn't, her relationship with Harold would be over.
Ember's lips curled into a slight smile.
Desiree rushed to the left corridor on the second floor, looking at the tightly closed bedroom door with the key still in the lock.
She glanced down and turned the doorknob. At that moment, Isolde, unable to resist the drug's effects, threw herself into Harold's arms.
Harold, caught off guard, was trying to help her but was suddenly ambushed from behind and fell onto the bed.
Isolde groped to kiss his lips.
Harold's eyes instantly darkened, and he tilted his head to avoid her, causing her to kiss his chin instead.
He frowned and dodged, and just then, the door opened.
He then looked up in astonishment and saw Desiree standing there.
Desiree took a step back.
"Desiree, wait, nothing happened between us!" The usual calmness on his face cracked as he stumbled to his feet.
But Desiree retreated even faster because of his movement. She looked at him, her face full of sadness, and turned to leave.
Harold wanted to chase after her but was held back by Isolde.
He could only watch her retreating figure, his eyes filled with rage.
Such a familiar scene.
The last time Desiree left, he searched for her day and night and waited for her for two or three days before she finally came back. This time, how long would she be gone?
Would she still be willing to come back to him?
Desiree returned home in a daze.
Natalia had already returned from her vacation. Seeing her, she couldn't hide her surprise. "Mrs. Lewis, why are you back? Shouldn't you still be in the hospital?"
Desiree didn't answer. Because she didn't want to talk to anyone.
She locked herself in her room, looking at the room filled with Harold's presence, her heart aching.
The toothbrush was his, the cup was his, the towel was his, and even half of the blanket on the bed was his.
He had once said that he wanted no one but her, but he hadn't kept his word.
People always said, "Seeing was believing."
And she had seen Harold holding someone else with her own eyes.
Desiree instinctively touched her abdomen, a habit she had developed over the past few months. Back then, there was no greater joy than feeling the baby grow inside her. Every time she felt the slight bulge, she felt especially content.
But this time, she only felt a flat abdomen.
Her child was gone, and the home she had longed for was falling apart.
Overwhelming grief and heartache surged through her, making her feel as if someone was choking her, leaving her with only thin air to breathe.
Her home was gone, everything was gone.
So, what was the point of staying here?
There was a noise from upstairs. Natalia, unsure of what Desiree was doing, was puzzled but didn't dare to disturb her.
Her earlier demeanor was too off. Considering she had just lost her child, so Natalia didn't want to upset her.
Just as she was at a loss, Harold burst in with red eyes.
He had rushed back, and there was no clue what he had gone through before returning. His usually neat suit was wrinkled, his eyes bloodshot, and he looked haggard.
He only asked, "Where is Mrs. Lewis?"
Natalia was startled and quickly told him she was upstairs.
When Harold reached the upstairs room, Desiree had already packed her things.
To say she had packed was an overstatement, she didn't want to take much, just a towel, a few clothes, and some toys and clothes she had prepared for the baby.
Even though they were no longer needed, she still wanted to take them, which seemed that the child was still with her.
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