Chapter 102 Talking About Chloe?
In the Getty’s residence, Dylan was waiting at the gate, his eyes squinting with joy upon seeing Harper. He took Harper’s hand and said, "Come in. I've prepared a lot of delicious food for you." Abigail also welcomed Harper with a smile and gestured for her to sit. Abigail had been coughing lately, so she didn’t go to see Harper. She had just recovered a bit, so she chose to sit opposite Harper.
Holland eagerly placed a bowl of freshly made soup in front of Harper, encouraging her to have some.
Everyone was genuinely happy to see Harper, showing their concern for her. Harper had been depressed after her grandma passed away, but she felt genuinely happy tonight.
Francis, on the other hand, was completely ignored by others. As he took his seat, Abigail suddenly remembered her son was back and immediately criticized him, "Francis, I asked you to take good care of Harper, but she looks thinner now! If you let the..." Abigail stopped abruptly, as Dylan was unaware of Harper’s pregnancy, and Abigail couldn't say anything without Harper's consent. She quickly changed the topic. "If she loses more weight next time, I will get her to stay here and I'll take care of her."
Francis had no objections and nodded. By the time dinner was served, Harper's morning sickness had passed, and her appetite had improved. Dylan was in high spirits and had a few drinks while Francis accompanied him.
After setting his glass down, Francis didn’t eat the food. Instead, he served Harper, even peeling shrimp shells for her. He piled her plate high with shrimps, whispering, "Don't be picky. You need a balanced diet."
Harper felt warm in her heart. She ate all the shrimp. This pleased Francis and the satisfaction in his eyes was evident.
After dinner, it suddenly started raining heavily outside. Abigail felt it was unsafe to go back at night, so she arranged for both of them to stay at the Getty’s residence. Upstairs, Abigail took Harper to the bedroom she had been staying in, and when Francis followed, she blocked him at the door, saying, "You've been drinking, so you'll be sleeping separately tonight."
Francis frowned. "I drank just a little. I'm not drunk."
"It's still not allowed," Abigail insisted. What if you fail to restrain your lust and hurt Harper?"
Harper blushed and called out, "Mom." Francis, despite his dissatisfaction, had no choice but to leave.
Once Francis was gone, Abigail sat on the bed and talked with Harper. "Harper, have you made up with Francis?"
Harper paused, unsure of their current status. Francis’ changes and concerns had indeed melted her heart.
Abigail could see that Harper hadn't made up her mind, but the interaction between Francis and Harper tonight gave her hope.
Abigail had been trying to delay their divorce, hoping that her foolish son would realize his mistake and reconcile with Harper. Judging from the current situation, she was sure that Francis had realized his mistake as she had expected. Even so, Abigail knew that effort was still needed. She held Harper's hand and said, "Harper, it's not easy for two people to build a relationship. If they happen to like each other, it's even more precious. Besides, you two have a baby now. I hope you can give Francis another chance and not easily give up because of misunderstandings."
Harper bit her lip. There was a series of misunderstandings between her and Francis, and neither of them had been able to communicate properly. She thought, ‘Would our relationship be better if we lay everything out?’
After Abigail left, Harper went to bed but couldn't sleep. After all, she was sleeping in a strange bed in a strange house. Besides, the sound of rain outside made her feel restless. She could only lie there, staring at the ceiling.
Suddenly, there was a faint noise coming from the balcony. Harper was startled, thinking that the balcony door might not have been closed properly. She got up to check. Just as she reached the balcony, she heard the glass door being pushed open. Harper's eyes widened, and before she could scream, a large hand covered her mouth.
"Don't scream. It's me," Francis whispered. Harper regained her composure and was surprised to see that it was Francis.
After Francis released her, she asked in a daze, "How did you get here?"
"I climbed through the window," Francis replied lightly. He had just finished showering, and the fragrance on his body was particularly refreshing. His messy hair added a touch of laziness to him, which, however, made Harper feel uncomfortable. Harper blinked and said, "Why did you come over?"
Francis took a step closer, squinting at her. "What do you think I came for?"
Harper's heart raced, and the atmosphere suddenly became strange. She pressed her lips together, feeling uneasy. She took a step back. The next moment, Francis pulled her into his arms. His warm hand rested on her waist, and he leaned down to kiss her lips. After a deep kiss, both of them were slightly out of breath.
Harper felt her body lighten as Francis carried her to the bed. They sank into the soft silk sheets. Harper's voice trembled as she reminded Francis, "Mom doesn't want you to come."
Francis lowered his head to kiss Harper’s neck. He lifted the hem of Harper’s nightgown and said in a husky voice, "Don't worry. I’ll behave myself. I won't hurt you."
"But you can't do that..."
Before Harper could finish her words, she was stimulated by his actions, and she gripped the sheets beneath her. She didn’t wear a bra. Francis raised an eyebrow, and his gaze met hers.
"Were you waiting for me?"
Harper panicked and explained, "No, I was not."
She had eaten a lot tonight, combined with her pregnancy, she felt it was uncomfortable to wear a bra. She was already going to sleep so, why would she wear a bra?
Francis smiled, and the desire in his charming eyes was clear. "Alright, I'll pretend you were not."
With that, Francis bent his legs to support her and then lowered his head to bite her. His half-dried hair swayed on Harper's neck. Each of his movements seemed deliberate. Harper felt as if he was teasing her.
Harper felt uncomfortable and wanted to cry, so she reached out to push him. "Don't. Mom said you can’t do that."
Francis found it difficult to suppress his restless desire. His hoarse voice was full of gasps. "Then keep your voice down."
"I..." Harper stopped as Francis pressed his fingertip against her lips. The relentless sound of rain beating against the windowsill continued. Harper helplessly tilted her head, her eyes closing lightly. It went on like this for nearly two hours.
Suddenly, Francis looked at the time and said, "It's time to sleep."
Harper blushed. She knew that Francis was trying to suppress his desire. So she glanced at him secretly.
"Do you still want to continue?"
Harper was speechless. She thought, ‘What nonsense is he talking about? Who would want that again?’
Harper muttered softly, "It's you who wants it."
Francis didn't hide it either and kissed her. "Yes, I do. But my mom said you need more rest. Staying up late is not good for the baby." He carried her to the bathroom to clean up, and they came out feeling refreshed. Lying on the bed, Francis caressed Harper’s small belly. He asked, "Why is there no sign of a baby?"
"I don't know. Maybe it is because this is my first pregnancy."
The sound of rain hitting the windowsill continued. Harper and Francis snuggled together in bed. A strange feeling seized Harper. She felt she shouldn't think about it, but she couldn't help herself. People were always gentle with others, keeping their kindness in mind, but they were very strict with their shortcomings. When one got a little benefit, they became insatiable and wanted more.
Harper tapped Francis’ chest. "Francis, can we talk about Chloe?"
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