Chapter 100 I Will Break Your Legs
Xenia thought, ‘Good? Good what?’
Xenia and Chloe exchanged glances, both too afraid to speak, unsure of Francis's intentions. In the next moment, Francis said, "One word, one slap. Sunny, keep count carefully. Don’t miss anything."
"Francis," Chloe exclaimed in fear. She never expected Francis to defend Harper so resolutely. Hitting Xenia was no different from hitting her. If Xenia were to be hit today, she would lose all dignity in Francis's eyes. She wouldn't allow it! Absolutely not!
Xenia knelt on the ground, crying and pleading, "Mr. Getty, I know I was wrong. With my status, I shouldn't have disciplined Harper. Please forgive me."
"I see you still don't understand why I am punishing you." Francis's gaze turned even colder. "Harper is my wife, and no one has the right to discipline her!"
He said this in a calm tone, yet it carried an invisible sense of oppression. Chloe's face immediately turned gloomy. She felt that Francis wasn't just targeting Xenia but was also warning her. It was all because of Harper!
Chloe suppressed her hatred. Tears welled up in her eyes as she said, "Francis, Xenia has been taking care of me since I was born. She's in her sixties now. If you hit her, she might not survive."
Francis seemed to hear but chose not to hear, his gaze fixed on Chloe with a deep and sinister look in his eyes. Coldly, he said, "Chloe, maybe it's time to change the people around you. Keeping someone like her by your side tarnishes the Musk family's reputation."
In an instant, Chloe's expression changed drastically. Fear crossed her face. She never imagined that Francis, who had always showered her with affection, would publicly humiliate her like this. Was he really disregarding any sense of affection for her?
Francis withdrew his gaze, approached, and took Harper's hand, noticing the redness in her palm. He furrowed his brow and said, "I told you to let me handle everything. Does your hand hurt?"
Harper didn't know how to respond and shook her head, saying, "It doesn't hurt."
He intertwined his fingers with hers and lightly touched her head with his other hand, saying, "Let's go home."
"Okay." Harper obediently followed him, with a strand of hair hooked on her fair neck.
Francis swallowed and reached out to put it behind her ear, and the two of them left hand in hand.
Behind them, the sound of slaps could be heard. The slaps must be loud enough for Francis to hear.
They had to be strikingly loud.
Xenia dared not cheat for the sake of her son's future, so each slap landed on her face for real.
Chloe looked at their departing figures with a heart-wrenching pain in her chest.
She couldn't believe that Francis would really abandon her like this!
Chloe climbed out of her wheelchair as if she wanted to chase after Francis, but she ended up stumbling and falling flat on the ground, looking extremely messy.
She cried out loudly, "Francis!"
She thought that if she ended up like this, with her body hurting, Francis would surely turn back to hold her...
Not far ahead, the man indeed stopped in his tracks.
He glanced at Harper, let go of her hand, and said, "Wait a moment."
Then, he quickly walked towards Chloe.
Chloe was lying on the ground, tears blurring her vision as she saw the man urgently approaching her.
She knew that her act of feigning injury had worked.
Suppressing a smile at the corners of her mouth, she continued to wail, "Francis, I... I'm in so much pain."
To make it more convincing, she had actually fallen for real, and her elbow was scraped and bleeding, making her look quite pitiful.
Without hesitation, Francis squatted down and lifted her, instructing Sunny, "Open the car door."
Chloe clung tightly to Francis's neck, and with a scornful gaze at Harper standing behind them, Chloe curled her lips upwards.
With that contemptuous look, she told Harper that She would never win in this lifetime because Francis would never abandon her.
The wind outside was strong, and Harper felt her warmed hands turning icy cold again.
She felt like an outsider, standing here and witnessing Francis's unwillingness to let go of Chloe.
And when Chloe was lifted, she displayed that taunting smile towards her.
Harper’s heart seemed to be broken into pieces again. It was so painful.
But this time, she strangely felt that she could bear it; perhaps it was because she had tried her best, or maybe because she had become accustomed to Francis leaving.
Regardless of the reason, could this also be considered a good thing?
She crossed her arms, hugging herself, giving herself a little warmth, and turned to leave.
After arriving home, Harper wearily went upstairs and found her suitcase, which was already packed.
When she had barely pulled up the handle, it was tightly held down by a large hand.
Immediately, her waist was also hugged tightly from behind, fitting closely.
"Where do you want to go?"
Francis's low voice sounded overbearing, and Harper was stunned.
Wasn't he supposed to accompany Chloe?
Francis held her waist, turned her around, and the two faced each other. Francis's eyes narrowed slightly with a dangerous look.
"It seems like I have to buy an iron chain to tie you up!"
Otherwise, she would try to run off at any moment.
His possessiveness was so intense that it was impossible to hide.
Harper subconsciously took a step back, her clear eyes looking at him.
"What the housemaid said is true. I spoke those words. If you worry about her, you can go console her now."
She didn't like lying. Once something was done, it had been done, and once something was said, it had been said.
If Francis wanted to punish her for it, she would accept it.
Francis's eyes were deep.
Before he could answer, Harper's hand was back on the luggage. The feeling of waiting for judgment was agonizing.
She wanted to leave. She just started to walk away.
Suddenly, Francis forcefully grasped her chin, pulled her towards him, and lowered his head to kiss her lips fiercely.
Their breaths intertwined, and Harper felt a bit suffocated.
His kiss was always fierce and ruthless, just like his demeanor in bed, filled with endless dominance and plunder.
She couldn't take it anymore, her face turning red, and she exerted force to push him away.
Francis let go, his thin lips curved. "Enough?"
Harper didn't react for a moment. "What?"
"Is this answer enough?"
His voice was clear, deep, husky, and incredibly pleasant to the ears.
Harper felt a moment of confusion, and a blush gradually spread across her cheeks, uncommonly shy.
Francis’ deep, charming eyes were slowly filled with desire.
Bending slightly, he lifted her, took a step back, and sat on the bed, but he didn't let go and continued what had been left unfinished earlier.
Before the kiss descended, he said, "If you try to run again, I'll break your legs."
"No..."
The fragrant and soft lips were completely sealed by the man’s, their tongues entangled, and Harper could only utter fragmented syllables, unable to say anything else.
For a long time, the deep and wet kiss came to an end.
Because her collar came loose due to the intense movement, Harper's fair skin was exposed, with traces of love bites left by Francis before.
It accentuated her appearance, making her look even more enchanting.
Francis's deep eyes gradually filled with lust.
With a slight bend, he lifted her, took a step back, and sat on the bed, but he didn't let go of her and continued what had been left unfinished earlier.
In this position, they faced each other, and with a slight movement, he could bite her earlobe.
Their lips met, still carrying the warmth of their previous kisses. Harper felt like ants were nibbling at her heart, itchy and unbearable.
She tightly gripped his shirt, creating a distance, her eyes unable to conceal her panic.
However, Francis was quick to perceive her intentions and pressed his hand against the back of her neck, forcing her closer to him.
As Harper turned her face away, his thin lips landed on the flesh beneath her earlobe, sucking it forcefully, and his chest bumped into her as if reprimanding her.
This action caused Harper's cheeks to blush, but she dared not tilt her head back and could only cling to his neck.
The vibration of the phone shattered the passionate atmosphere.
Francis frowned, not wanting to pay attention to it.
But Harper saw that it was a call from Sunny. She reminded him, "It's Sunny."
Francis's eyebrows twitched as he picked up the call, and a flustered voice from Sunny came from the other end.
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