Tangled Temptations novel Chapter 299

Eloise hurried to the nursery.

Darrien was sick, running a high fever of 102 degrees. His tiny face was flushed. Eloise was heartbroken. She quickly changed into a different outfit and ordered the housekeeper, "Prepare the car,. We need to go to the hospital immediately."

She was a little panicked. Harvey took her hand. "It will take at least half an hour for the chauffeur to arrive. I'll drive you."

With that, he picked up Darrien. He was tall and strong, holding the child with ease. Eloise quickly followed him.

The night was cool and crisp.

Eloise opened the rear car door and got in. Harvey carefully handed Darrien to her. Their eyes met as she looked up.

Harvey whispered, "Eloise, no matter how disappointed you are in me. Linda and Darrien are my children. I can't be indifferent to them."

Eloise's eyes welled up with tears, but she didn't say anything. She thought, at least at times like this, they couldn't argue.

The black car sped through the night. Half an hour later, they arrived at the hospital.

After an examination, it was found that Darrien had acute pneumonia. It wasn't serious, but he would need to be hospitalized for a week.

Darrien had to be put on an IV, and the ordeal made Darrien cry until his face turned red. Eloise was in agony.

Late into the night, Darrien's temperature finally dropped to 38 degrees. Eloise sat by the hospital bed, gently stroking Darrien's chubby cheek. She felt guilty. The stress of moving had not been good for Darrien's health.

Harvey stood by the window, silently watching Eloise. Previously, he had looked at her from a man's perspective, but now Eloise was a young mother, and her focus was on their child. She seemed so vulnerable.

Harvey couldn't help but walk over. He gently stroked Eloise's long hair, resting her head against his chest. Perhaps she was too tired, but Eloise didn't resist. She even closed her eyes.

However, such intimacy lasted only a few seconds, and she quickly pushed him away.

Harvey hoarsely said, "You sleep a little. I'll watch Darrien."

Eloise nodded, but how could she sleep? She went to the bathroom and soaked a hot towel, gently wiping Darrien's small body. After she was done, she went to wash the towel.

Harvey stood behind her, asking softly, "How did we get along before?"

Eloise paused. She knew him too well. Everything he had shown tonight and the question he was asking now indicated that he wanted to return to the family. Eloise responded calmly, "What's the point in asking that..."

Harvey rested his face on her shoulder, murmuring, "Eloise, will you tell me, please?"

Eloise gave a faint smile. "You're not him."

She gently pushed him away, saying seriously, "Harvey, we're divorced. Apart from our two children, there's really no need for any other contact, and certainly no need for ambiguity. In the morning, you should leave."

Harvey was somewhat disappointed. Under the dim light, he gazed at her, softly saying, "Darrien is also my son."

He probably truly wanted to be a good father and spent the next few days at the hospital.

Darrien improved significantly and could be discharged the day after tomorrow.

Eloise sat in the ward, reviewing some documents. When she looked up, Harvey was feeding Darrien some milk. After a few days of practice, he had become quite adept. Darrien's chubby little body was nestled in his arms, and Harvey's expression was tender.

Eloise watched quietly. At that moment, she seemed to see Harvey from before the memory loss, who was also so gentle with Linda. She felt a pang of melancholy, and her eyes grew moist.

Harvey suddenly looked up, catching her in her vulnerable moment.

Eloise whispered, "I'm going to get a cup of coffee." She got up, adjusting her Dior shawl. Harvey didn't try to stop her. He could tell that Eloise was reminiscing about that Harvey.

Eloise walked out of the inpatient department, exhaling a sigh of relief. The hospital's first floor had a Starbucks. Eloise ordered a cup of coffee and sat down, savoring it slowly. She didn't expect to run into familiar faces.

It was Monika and Gunner.

Gunner was rather impatient. He had only slept with this woman a few times, and now she was clinging onto him, insisting on meeting him. He toyed with his cigarette between his fingers. "What, you need money again?"

Monika slid a pregnancy test across the table, her voice barely audible. "That's not what I mean, Mr. Gunner... I'm pregnant."

Gunner scoffed. "Don't trap me. I always took precautions."

Monika lowered her gaze. "The first time, we thought we were done, but then you suddenly got in the mood, and..."

Gunner remembered. However, he knew Monika had deliberately chosen not to take the pill. She had planned to get pregnant.