Chapter 113 Are You Protecting Him?
Harper had deliberately tried to forget about it. But the next day, the news of Chloe's birthday party was all over the city, reporting that they were going to be together. Witnesses at the party confirmed the deep affection between Chloe and Francis and the rumors of an impending wedding were true.
Since the news was released, it meant that Francis had given his consent. There was no way to act as if it didn't matter. Harper felt a pang of sadness, but she didn't want to let it show. She lowered her head and bit her straw.
"I'm sorry, Keith. I don't want to talk about this."
Keith smiled gently. "If you don't want to, we don't have to talk about it. I want to see you happy, like before."
Harper's heart jolted, and she said, "Keith, I think we should keep our distance and not see each other anymore."
Keith was taken aback, his hand holding the coffee cup almost trembling. But he quickly regained his composure and said softly, "What's wrong? Did he threaten you again?"
Harper shook her head. "It's just that every time I see you, you would get injured. I feel guilty because it's all because of me, so I think we shouldn't see each other."
Harper's intentions were simple. She didn't want to cause any more harm to her friends.
Keith could see her sincerity written all over her face. But the more innocent she seemed, the more he wanted to tarnish that purity. He spoke softly, "Harper, I'm not afraid."
But Harper still shook her head. "I'm sorry, Keith. I've made up my mind. I feel really bad, and I don't want to hurt you anymore."
Seeing Harper's resolute expression, a hint of displeasure flashed in Keith's usually gentle eyes. He didn't want to argue anymore and looked down at her. "Harper, since this is your decision, I respect it."
"Thank you for your understanding. I wish you a bright future." Harper was sincere.
"Then, let me take your words as a blessing and invite you to have dessert with me for the last time, okay?" Keith's openness made it impossible for Harper to refuse, and she nodded in agreement.
They had to fetch food themselves, so Keith asked Harper to wait and went to get the dessert for her. As he turned around, the warmth in his eyes faded and was replaced by coldness.
He walked to the dessert area with an expressionless face, placed his order, and then walked back to their table from the other side. When he saw Francis standing there, he was not at all surprised.
He greeted him politely, "Mr. Getty, are you here for coffee as well?" The use of ‘as well’ at this moment was somewhat sarcastic. After all, the person he had coffee with was Francis's wife.
Francis stood straight, and he looked at Keith with a cold gaze. "Do you remember what I told you last time? If you dare to covet my woman, I won’t just break your arm as a punishment." Keith nodded with a smile, "Yes, I remember."
Francis's charming eyes were filled with a cold light. The thought of Keith and Harper leaning against each other so close just now made him want to tear Keith to pieces.
But Harper didn't like his violence, so he had to suppress all his anger.
He said coldly, "Keep it in mind and get lost."
"Mr. Getty, I'm not leaving because..." Keith paused, his ambition and intentions clearly written on his face.
"Harper is fine, and I really like her." Upon hearing that, Francis narrowed his eyes.
"You like her? Then let’s see if you have the chance to like her."
Keith smiled and hit the nail on the head. "Unfortunately, even if you prevent me from getting close to Harper, you can't win back Harper's heart."
Francis was so angry that he almost couldn't control himself.
He thought, ‘Were they just talking about my marriage just now.’ he clenched his fists, ready to hit Keith, but he suppressed that urge. He knew that Keith was deliberately provoking him! He raised his chin slightly and sneered. "She is my wife. She is mine."
Keith looked at Francis, who was already filled with anger, and felt that he should rub the pain in, so he said in a mocking tone, "Mr. Getty, isn't it more exciting to have a woman with a husband?"
Francis hit Keith with his fist hard. In an instant, Keith's nose started bleeding, and he covered his face, trying to maintain his composure. Francis's anger had been ignited, and his eyes were full of madness as he raised his foot to kick Keith.
"Stop!" Harper hurried over and stood in front of Keith with her arms open.
"Francis, what is wrong with you!"
Seeing her protective stance, Francis narrowed his eyes, and his heart ached again.
He sneered, "Did I come at the wrong time and ruin your lovey-dovey moment?"
"You're talking nonsense!" Harper felt bitter, and she refuted him loudly. Seeing her protect another man like this, Francis lost his composure and became mean.
"Don’t you want me to talk about your shameless deeds?"
Harper's face turned pale, and her breathing became heavy. A mix of emotions—exhaustion, numbness, and disappointment—seized her. She felt so tired. Her disappointment had reached its climax.
She turned to support Keith and said, "Keith, let me take you to get treated."
"You, stop right there!" Francis's anger had reached its peak, and he reached out to grab Harper's hand but was blocked by Keith.
With blood on his face, Keith looked at Francis and said firmly, "Mr. Getty, do you want to hit a woman?" Keith's glasses fell off, and the gentle demeanor disappeared, replaced by a deep meaning in his long and slender eyes. He blocked Francis from grabbing Harper's hand. There was no doubt that he was provoking Francis.
Without a word, Francis threw a fierce punch, knocking Keith to the ground without any mercy. The mere punch was not enough to quell the jealousy in his heart, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged as he rushed forward again.
"Francis!" Harper exclaimed and rushed over to push him. Just as his fist was about to land on her, Harper suddenly closed her eyes to face this terrible anger.
But the expected pain did not come. Harper opened her eyes and saw that Francis's fist stopped right in front of her face. He withdrew it. His handsome face was covered in anger. Even so, he didn’t want to hurt Harper.
His gaze fixed on Harper's small face. "Are you protecting him?"
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