Tangled Temptations

Chapter 371

Eloise was always the obedient one. She and Veronica had left earlier.

Harvey, with his worldly wisdom, pulled Riley aside and said in a brotherly tone, "If you've got a thing for Veronica, wait till everything settles down, man. Don't let her reputation get tarnished by your mess. And tidy up your own backyard while you're at it."

Riley didn't utter a word.

After delivering his advice, Harvey glanced at Gunner without saying anything. The scent of sex lingering in the air spoke volumes. No wonder Veronica couldn't stand it.

And this was exactly the outcome Harvey had anticipated. He knew Gunner well; in a fit of wounded pride, he wouldn't cling to Ravenna.

Harvey wouldn't feel guilty. He simply expedited the inevitable. Without much ado, Harvey and Riley left.

...

Only Gunner and Ravenna were left at the scene.

Gunner leaned against a wall. A bruise marred his face, and he smoked a cigarette with a defeated air.

Ravenna moved closer, her voice soft as silk. "Veronica may not want you, but I'll always be here for you."

Gunner gently pushed her away. While smoking, he looked down at her with a mix of disdain and amusement. She was nothing but a plaything to him.

He scoffed, "Ravenna, you don't actually think I have feelings for you, do you? You're convenient, that's all. You're willing to do things Veronica wouldn't."

Ravenna cursed him out, but Gunner only let out another cold laugh. "Take the 500 grand and get lost."

Even if Veronica didn't forgive him, he wouldn't stoop so low as to be with a whore like Ravenna.

Gunner walked away.

Ravenna stood there, seething with rage. She descended the stairs only to find that Gunner was gonE, but she caught sight of Eloise and Veronica.

They sat in a car, a golden Bentley worth a fortune, while Eloise naturally occupied the passenger seat beside Harvey, looking every bit the official girlfriend. Ravenna couldn't believe that someone like Attorney Horigan would take a shine to Eloise. Yet now, Eloise had ascended to the ranks of the Horigan family.

Compared to Veronica, whom she didn't despise as much since she wasn't keen on Gunner, it was Eloise she envied. If there were even the slightest chance with Max, Ravenna would never have hook up with Gunner.

She hated Eloise.

In the shroud of night, Ravenna stood in the shadows, intermittently lit by passing lights, her red dress giving her the appearance of a spectral figure.

and the hatred in her eyes. He gently

the car, Veronica sat quietly. Eloise wanted to climb back and comfort her, but Harvey

"Where to?" Eloise whispered.

his voice soft. "To my

Harvey's eyes, she was his wife, and

over occasionally was

car cut through the night like a

Veronica, complete with a full bathroom. He then softly told Eloise, "The master

clothes

affair. She sniffed

Eloise couldn't quite explain.

closet with a huff, "When did I ever leave clothes here? You're spreading

closet was filled with her favorite brands, tags still attached. She noticed additional dresses, more feminine than her usual style. She was flustered but also secretly pleased to be so thoughtfully considered. Her protest was weak

her from behind, kissing her

he said, "Didn't you spend the night here once

clarify, stammered, "We

you want to?" he

face turned crimson.

her blush, he chuckled softly. His hand gently

wouldn't want to. But you're too young.

finally asked, "At what age...

in for a kiss, remembering the time they had dressed up for a gala, and he

long, tender kiss, he murmured against her lips, "Let's

everything feeling so surreal, yet right. She liked being

her, "Get some clothes for Veronica. Don't worry about her.

leave, but Harvey

burned

next move. Ravenna, rejected by Gunner, would likely take her anger out on Eloise. He

creaked open, and a small head peeked in. Harvey eyed her, patting the bed beside him,

it was unsettling to be so close

light. Trembling with fear, her voice barely above a whisper, she pleaded, "Harvey, you said you'd

her innocence palpable. Harvey, strong-willed as he was, couldn't help but indulge in the tender intimacies shared between

his fingers with hers, kissing the corners of her lips, comforting her to let go

how could she not be

night, Eloise wept softly, naivety crumbling under the weight of new emotions, leaving her a disheveled mess

her with gentle pats on the back as she lay, sweating and spent, in his arms. Her shame mingled with a strange sense of wonder at his restraint. "Aren't men supposed to be more impulsive?"