Chapter 106 Humiliation
The villa was silent. Harper didn't see the maid, who usually wasn't asleep at this hour. She went upstairs, intending to retrieve her luggage.
The moonlight seeped through the room's open curtains, providing enough light for her. However, her suitcase, which she had previously stored in the closet, was missing. Suddenly, the room's lights turned on. Francis, with a frosty demeanor, approached her, asking, "What are you looking for?"
Harper was startled, not realizing how long he had been there. Wasn't he at Chloe's birthday party? But that was irrelevant.
She asked, "Where is the maid?" Instead of answering her, Francis retorted, "What are you searching for?"
"My luggage," she replied. His tone was unsettling, like the calm before a storm.
Harper took a step back, her voice cold, "Francis, haven't you already made up your mind?"
The words he said at Chloe's birthday party humiliated Harper. Therefore, Harper didn’t think it was necessary for him to act now. She was sensitive. Francis remained silent. Harper was calm and wouldn’t shed her tears again as she knew that tears wouldn't solve anything. She used to think it would be challenging to let go of Francis, but now it seemed an easy thing.
He always followed up a slap with a sweet treat, making her feel exhausted.
Seeing Francis's silence, Harper continued, "Since you've made up your mind, let's settle this peacefully. I don't want anything, but I won't give you the child." Francis's indifference vanished, and his lips tightened into a straight line. He grabbed her wrist, pressing her against the door, his voice icy. "Have you found a new home? Tell me, whose child is this? Is it Rhodes's?"
Harper couldn't understand why Rhodes was being brought into the conversation. She could count on one hand the number of times she had interacted with Rhodes. And there had never been any suspicious behavior.
Was he having delusions?
Francis's accusations made Harper feel suffocated. She pushed him hard. "Francis, are you out of your mind? The child is yours. Isn't that clear?"
Francis coldly stared at her, offering no response.
Harper suddenly realized that his abnormal behavior was due to a problem with the paternity test.
She asked, "Where is the report?" Without seeing it herself, she couldn't let it go.
Francis looked up, a mocking smile on his face. "Is there a need to see it? You know best what you've done. You seduced Keith and then my uncle. You're not as innocent as you pretend to be. That first night between us was also a lie, wasn't it? You disgust me!"
His words were sharp, like an insult. Various emotions filled Harper's heart. Her eyes turned red. The sad look in her eyes made Francis' heartache for a moment.
Harper's hand landed on Francis's face. Five red marks instantly appeared on his handsome face, a testament to the force of her slap. She hated him and was utterly disgusted. With tears welling in her eyes, she said, "Francis, you jerk!"
Francis's cheek burned, and his brows furrowed. He grabbed her chin and said in anger, "You don't want this hand, do you?" As he raised his hand, tears fell from Harper's eyes and landed on his hand.
Francis was momentarily stunned, a subtle pain spreading from his chest. Her delicate face was right in front of him, and he had a sudden absurd thought, wanting to kiss away her tears. But it was quickly dismissed. His face turned cold as he dragged her into the bathroom, pressing her against the bathtub and turning on the shower. The cold water poured down, drenching Harper completely. She couldn't open her eyes, struggling with all her might.
"What are you doing?" Before she could finish her sentence, she heard a sharp sound, and her clothes were torn.
Buttons scattered as Francis stripped Harper naked. There was no heating in the bathroom, and Harper shivered, feeling not just the cold but also a deep sense of humiliation. She covered her chest with her hands, trembling. Her tears mixed with the water.
She said, "Francis, I hate you!"
Her body seemed to be convulsing from the cold. With a bitter look in her eyes, she said, "Let's get a divorce."
She couldn't continue this marriage and thought it had been a mistake from the start. It was time to end it.
Harper looked up, holding back her tears, her beautiful eyes now filled with a sense of desolation.
For a moment, Francis seemed to see her desperation.
He thought, ‘How dare she look at me like that! She deceived and betrayed me. How dare she look at me as if I’m the one who had done something wrong?’
"Divorce?" Francis lifted her chin, his voice cold and mocking. "I will be the one who can decide whether to end this relationship. You can only leave when I'm tired of playing with you!"
With that, he forcefully pulled off his tie and tied Harper’s hands that were protecting her in front of her, then raised them above her head and secured them to the shower rack. His long legs pressed against her, creating an extremely humiliating posture.
Harper's mind went blank, her legs aching from his pressure. Her hands were suspended, leaving her unable to think.
"Pervert, let me go! Get off me..."
Francis lowered his head and kissed her lips. Harper was completely overpowered, with no way to resist, so she could only let Francis kiss her forcefully.
He didn’t stop until her lips were swollen. He then stood up. Harper heard the sound of a belt buckle. Francis took off his wet pants, his eyes glittering with a cold light.
"Don't say I didn't give you a choice, top or bottom?"
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