Chapter 103 A Challenge
It took Harper a lot of courage to talk about Chloe, who seemed to be a shadow around Francis and had been there for years. Chloe secretly admired Francis. Time was cruel, etching many habits into one's mind too deep to erase. And now, Harper was challenging a formidable opponent with her actions. She knew it was a bit naive, but she was determined to win Francis over Chloe.
The feeling of being powerless against someone who schemed behind the scenes would forever leave her with regrets. Harper thought, ‘Since Chloe would never stop hurting me, why shouldn't I do the same? At least now, I am more likely to win as I’m pregnant.’
But after Harper finished her thoughts, a long silence followed. Harper's heart raced, and she turned her face away and gently got herself out of Francis’ embrace, saying, "If you don't want to talk about her, we won't."
Francis frowned slightly, reaching out to pull her back. "What do you want to ask?" He was implying he was willing to talk.
Harper pressed her lips together. "I know Chloe has done you a favor, but how long do you plan to repay it? Is there a deadline, or is it for a lifetime?"
If it was a lifetime, Harper didn't want to continue. It was too exhausting, and she couldn't handle the challenge.
Francis lowered his gaze, his hand brushing her nose. "You care about her so much? Are you jealous?"
Harper nodded frankly, which surprised Francis and made a faint smile appear on his lips. He lowered his head to kiss her lips. He then said, "I've never had any other feelings for her." Harper was not satisfied with that answer as Francis had said the same thing before, but because of his old habits, he chose to go to Chloe in the end whenever Chloe said that she needed him.
"But every time she and I need you at the same time, you never chose me. I may not have said anything, but it doesn't mean that I don't mind." She looked up at Francis. Her dense eyelashes looked charming.
"Francis, I do mind. I don't think anyone would like their husband to have any involvement with another woman." They looked at each other.
Francis was surprised by Harper’s excellent eloquence. He also felt an indescribable emotion, a sense of satisfaction that rose from the bottom of his heart. He said, "I understand. I will pay more attention."
Harper had never thought that she could immediately erase Chloe's influence on Francis, but at least Francis was willing to change, which was a step forward. Perhaps Abigail's words tonight had inspired Harper, and she had the urge to fight back. Even if she failed, at least she had tried. She looked into Francis’ eyes and said sincerely and earnestly, "Francis, I won't forgive you if you fail to do as you promised me next time."
Francis saw Harper's uncompromising determination, which made his heart inexplicably tense. He kissed her and held her tightly in his arms. Harper could feel the warmth from Francis’ body.
"Harper, I promise you that you will be the only wife in my life."
Harper raised her head, wanting to see his face clearly and his expression at that moment. Francis was always handsome, delicate, and good-looking, like a flawless sculpture. His eyes were particularly charming, and his double-fold eyelids seemed to have been modified by God specifically. She could see her image in his eyes. She was in a daze. She withdrew her gaze and looked at Francis’ neck. In the next instant as Francis swallowed, Harper accurately bit his neck. She clearly felt Francis’ uncontrollable tremor.
"What are you doing?" Francis grabbed her wrist and stared at her.
Harper, with her misty eyes, glanced at him and then licked the tooth mark she had left on his neck. She imitated Francis, licking and sucking, tormenting him until his eyes turned red.
"Do you still want to sleep?" Francis released her wrist, turned over, and effortlessly pressed her down. "Be quiet later. My mom will get up in the middle of the night," he reminded her.
Soon, Harper realized that she shouldn’t have mechanically repeated Francis’ tricks. He sucked on all her sensitive spots, his movements slow and compelling, almost driving Harper to the brink of unconsciousness. She wanted to groan but dared not to do that. Francis was afraid that she would be uncomfortable, so he reached out his index finger to open her mouth and said in a husky voice, "I'm just teasing you. My mom won't get up in the middle of the night."
But even so, Harper didn't dare to groan loudly. After all, it wasn't her own home, and she couldn't relax.
In the dim light, she could clearly see the sweat dripping from his jaw. In fact, at this time, men and women feel the same, both comfortable and uncomfortable. It's hard to describe that feeling in words. They wanted more. After it was over, both of them were sweaty. Francis hugged Harper and went to wash up again.
In the bathroom, Francis saw Harper's legs were red and swollen. Francis carried her back to the bed and applied ointment to the bruises on her legs, and a touch of guilt flashed in his eyes. "You knew we shouldn’t do it, but you still seduced me. Your legs got swollen."
Harper's mind went blank. She was just too tired. Her legs suffered the most, and they were so sore that she couldn't lift them. She rested on Francis’ arm, looking at the ceiling, and suddenly said, "You must think I'm targeting Chloe, but I'm not. I know I said something you didn't want to hear, but my grandma's misery had something to do with Chloe, and I can't just let it go."
Francis was silent for a few seconds.
"You know what I care about, so don't mention Chloe again, as it would only upset me, okay?" This time, he did not remain silent. He pressed his chin against her hair, his Adam's apple rolling.
"Okay, I promise you I won’t."
Francis got up the next morning. Before going back to the company, he instructed Holland to wake Harper up at nine o'clock for breakfast and let her sleep a little longer.
Harper got up before nine o'clock. She went downstairs to have breakfast and bid farewell to Abigail and Dylan. The driver took her back to the Moou Residence.
In the afternoon, Harper, who had not slept well last night, took another nap. When she woke up again, it was already dark. She suddenly missed Francis a little. She took out her phone and called him, but no one answered. She didn't pay much attention to it, thinking he was busy. When she finished dinner, her phone was still quiet, and she felt a little uneasy, so she called again. No one answered it.
At the same time, the atmosphere was extremely tense in the chairman’s office of the Getty Group. Francis's fingers were almost crushing the report in his hand. The report clearly stated that the baby in Harper’s belly was not his.
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