Tangled Temptations

Chapter 275

In the early morning, Linda awoke Harvey from his slumber. The moment he opened his eyes, he found a little curly-haired girl perched on his chest, whining, "Daddy, I need to go to the bathroom!"

Harvey shielded his eyes with his arm, not ready to face the morning light, but he couldn't ignore his own child. Grumbling, he sat up to help Linda out of her onesie, asking, "Where's your mom?"

Linda's eyes sparkled. "Mom is making breakfast for me!"

Making breakfast? Did the Horigan family really need their matriarch to cook breakfast? Had she become that industrious?

Harvey was somewhat lost in thought, and his unfamiliarity with the task at hand meant he was a little slow. By the time he came back to reality, Linda had already started crying. The crotch of her onesie was warm and wet.

A few droplets of warmth spilled onto him. Linda looked mortified! Her adorable little face was crumpled, and she was crying her little heart out.

Eloise came upstairs from the kitchen, surprised to see Linda had wet herself, but she quickly scooped Linda up, comforting her. With her mother's gentle touch, Linda stopped crying.

Eloise fetched her some clean clothes, and Linda quickly stripped off her wet clothes, revealing her small body and oversized head.

Adorable...

Harvey sat up. "If she can undress herself, why did I have to do it? Then she wouldn't have wet herself!"

It took Eloise a while to respond, "You took care of her until she was three. She's capable of many things, but she hasn't seen you in a few days. She misses you and wants your attention..."

But Harvey had forgotten... Not only had he forgotten his love for her, but also how to pamper Linda.

Once Eloise finished speaking, she went to the bathroom to draw a bath for Linda. When she returned, she cleaned up the mess on the bed and the floor.

Harvey watched Eloise in silence. She truly embodied the image of a homemaker. Her demeanor was soft and tender. He thought to himself that if he ever desired a domestic lifestyle, he would easily accept her. But he loathed the idea of married life. He felt shackled!

cleaned himself up, got dressed, and then leisurely

nines, looking every bit the successful attorney, but the sight of his son in his prime

declared, "I forgive you for earlier!" Linda tilted her head. "I'm willing to give you a chance to make it up to me!" Harvey sat next to her,

to this?" Eloise was slightly annoyed. She admitted, "Yes! But you don't have to go!" Harvey chuckled. "Mrs. Horigan, with all your plotting, how can I not satisfy you?" He even had the audacity to gently stroke her soft cheek. It was so soft,

watched his son's frivolous behavior, fuming, "Speak respectfully to your wife. Don't be so handsy! Eloise is your

to preschool and even

didn't expect him to suddenly start playing house. She remembered that he used to be quite a player and was not one to shy away from the social

out of the car, Harvey stayed in the car with the window rolled down, lighting a cigarette. Eloise gently asked,

his elbow on the car window, leisurely puffing on his cigarette. At her question, he chuckled. "If I don't come

of Harvey was a real jerk! Facing him again, she took a deep breath. "Attorney Horigan,

amusement, and a smirk played on his lips. "Is Mrs.

indulge him. She quietly watched him for a moment before turning to enter the villa, their once shared home, but as she walked, tears began to fall. She had experienced Harvey's deep affection, and now she felt the sting of

next few days, he didn't come home. She knew he was

Eloise did her best to comfort her. She felt guilty towards Linda, but she knew better than to try to tether him to their child. The Harvey of the past was a

pregnant and couldn't afford to argue or directly confront him. In a fight between a man and a woman,

morning, after dropping Linda off, the driver gently asked, "Ms. Laurent,

your

her gaze. "To

the car stopped, Denise came over to open the door for her,

bump, gently held her waist, smiling. "There's something

attentive. She knew Harvey had returned and was happy

slowly sipping on a glass of milk,

"Denise, how many years have you

answered with a smile. "About seven or eight