Chapter 80 I Think You're Dirty

Harriet couldn't name the storm churning inside her, and she recoiled from envisioning her fate if pregnancy struck.

That afternoon, Tristan toiled in his study, demanding Harriet's company. She curled on the sofa, lost in a book.

Her phone suddenly rang. Harriet looked up at Tristan abruptly, "I...

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