Tangled Temptations

Chapter 362

At twenty, Eloise was a vision of youthful vibrancy. Back then, her cheeks were plumper, her legs more slender, showcased by a pair of denim shorts that seemed to stretch her legs to heavenly lengths. At the crook of her thighs was a delicate hint of blush pink.

Her waist was even slimmer than one could imagine. Even though Harvey knew this was but a dream, the intense reality of it sent shivers down his spine, and he almost lost control of his emotions, wanting to grab her without a second thought. "Eloise, it's been seven days since we last spoke."

...

Eloise breezed past him. Perhaps it was Harvey's striking looks or his air of aristocratic charm that made Eloise take a second glance.

Harvey's gaze lingered on her. A subtle smile played at the corners of his mouth.

Just then, a voice called out, "Eloise."

Veronica dashed over, followed by Gunner.

Veronica approached, and her eyes roamed over Harvey, then flicked to Eloise, with an air of insinuation.

She recognized the man before her, a rising star in the legal world. Born to an illustrious family, handsome and distinguished, the man had it all.

Eloise paused.

Surprised, Gunner addressed Harvey, "Attorney Horigan, what brings you to Peterborough Music College?"

Harvey's eyes remained on Eloise. He spoke slowly, "I came to find a book at the library. I'm just not sure where it is."

Gunner glanced at Veronica. "Shall we show Mr. Horigan the way?"

Veronica's eyes twinkled, as she latched onto his arm. "Let Eloise lead the way. She's free anyway. Weren't you going to treat me to some ice cream?"

Gunner, every bit the playboy, chuckled at Eloise. "Would you mind taking Mr. Horigan there? He's a friend of mine."

Eloise turned to Harvey. This man looked to be about twenty-four and was a lawyer. Why was he at their college looking for books?

Harvey openly allowed her scrutiny. His dark eyes locked on hers. He smiled faintly and pulled a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it with an air of masculine grace.

Eloise was spellbound. She had always thought Max was handsome, but now she realized there were leagues beyond.

"Let's go," Harvey gestured.

Eloise followed him as he walked unerringly in the right direction, despite claiming he needed her guidance.

Behind them, Gunner wrapped an arm around Veronica, who giggled. "Gunner, Attorney Horigan seems quite taken with Eloise, doesn't he? His gaze lingered on her legs for quite some time."

Gunner playfully flicked her cheek. "Impossible. Mr. Horigan just split up with his girlfriend and is heartbroken. Eloise is pretty, but not his type. Would the son of Peterborough's wealthiest need to settle?"

Veronica snorted, unimpressed. "Was his ex a goddess?"

Gunner quickly apologized.

Eloise led Harvey to the college library. Unadorned by makeup, Eloise's natural beauty was striking. She spoke softly to the attractive man, "Attorney Horigan, feel free to look around, the library stays open until nine in the evening."

Harvey didn't reply. He walked to a particular seating area. He had seen this place before. It was there Eloise had been kissed by Max.

Harvey's long fingers gently traced the chair's back. His touch was tender, as if caressing a lover.

For some reason, Eloise blushed. Harvey looked up, his black eyes fixed on her, and his voice slightly hoarse. "Could you wait for me, Miss Laurent? I'm afraid I might not find the exit after I finish with the books."

Eloise inwardly berated his naivety-had lawyers become so helpless? But as Gunner's friend, she managed a reluctant smile. "Alright, but I need to be home by eight."

Harvey smiled gently. He pulled out a chair, looking at her.

Eloise's heart skipped a beat. She always enjoyed sitting here. How did he know? It must've been a coincidence.

Without refusing, Eloise randomly picked a book and sat down to read quietly.

The library was hushed. Harvey chose a legal tome and even bought Eloise her favorite coffee at the small bar.

Eloise couldn't help but glance at him again.

of his black coffee, calmly flipping through the pages. His composed demeanor seemed out of place

looks. How could he be so unfazed? She couldn't help but

straight bridge of his nose. Would it clash

what are you thinking? Aren't you into Max? Why

caught her eye, quietly observing her. His wife sat before him, Eloise at twenty, untouched

his composure. He turned

seven in the evening,

feeling drowsy, laid her head

his book and stood

soft, tea-colored hair, revealing her delicate

care to hide. He wanted to kiss

landed

the room. Wasn't Eloise infatuated with Max from the neighboring school? Who

a photo and uploaded it to the campus network. Eloise's face was captured in high

Inc., the founder of Prestige Legal Advisors, an alumnus of a

campus network exploded with the

clutching her phone and exclaiming, "Holy smokes. This

had a thing

in any scandals. Aside from Joan, he never showed an ounce

Was this for real?

his throat. "He must've been out of

and stormed out, saying, "What do you mean by that? Is Lou not good enough, and is Mr.

Gunner hurried after her.

was the talk of the town,

to find a handsome face, smiling gently at her. It

as Gunner's friend.

was he

his slender fingers, smiling nonchalantly. "Eloise, could you lend

turned a shade of pink. Ah, the

book back, looking

Eloise checked her pockets.

hadn't brought

needed to know,

for a cab, but

her lip. "Okay, I'll

smile was slight.

you bring,

his wristwatch, a Patek

you home. Surely you've got some

money?"

20, Eloise came from a decent

the money." She was riled up, thinking, was this

to walk

classmates looked at her with pity. Some tried

hands in his pockets, casually glanced over, silencing them. He then nonchalantly

library

Harvey was out of sight, they

I

"It was 112

"Such a beautiful romance."

the midst of the discussion, Veronica

"She left. With him."

Horigan is taking

couldn't believe the pace Harvey

behind

him. He was always smoking. Aside from his youthful looks, you couldn't tell he was

cigarette with a light smile and produced a

cost.

Harvey mounted the bike.

hopped on behind, continuing to mutter complaints. Passersby stared, and Harvey, tossing his jacket

jacket, heavy with his masculine scent. She didn't want to