Chapter 114 Leave With Another Man
"Francis, stop being so arrogant!"
Harper felt Francis had gone too far.
She had already told Keith to keep a distance, yet he still ended up getting hurt because of her.
Should she just stand by and watch Francis beat up Keith?
Francis, with a cold and disdainful look, said, "Is that I am bullying him, or don’t you think he is just too weak?"
A man who couldn't even take a punch was, in his eyes, worthless. He couldn't understand why Harper was trying to defend Keith.
Were her eyes just for show?
"Keith, let's go." Harper crouched down to help Keith, ignoring Francis.
She was used to him unjustly accusing her without a reason, and there was no point in reasoning with him.
"You're not going anywhere!" Francis grabbed her, his grip as strong as a vice.
"Harper, do you have no shame? I'm still here, and you're leaving with another man?"
At this moment, Francis's expression was beyond words to say how bad it was.
Thinking back to their recent conversation and their protective gestures, he wished he could chain Harper up.
His hands, with distinct knuckles, held her tightly, his tone filled with disgust. "Can't you live without a man?"
Those insulting words hit Harper's heart like blades on her body.
She tried to open her mouth, but she felt it hard to breathe.
He took his unreasonable actions as something trivial, but he always had the power to shatter her heart effortlessly.
Harper's body trembled with anger. She tried to free her wrist from his grip, but she couldn't.
With her eyes red, Harper looked at him coldly. "Let me go!"
Francis's chest was now filled with jealousy, and he couldn't distinguish whether his words were hurtful or not.
"Let you go to seduce another man? Keep dreaming!"
Harper raised her other hand, the one without restraints, and gave Francis a resounding slap.
The crisp sound of the slap filled the air, silencing everything.
Tears fell silently from Harper's face. "If I'm so shameless, dirty, and cheap in your eyes, why hasn't the noble Mr. Getty divorced me yet? Why hasn't he kicked me out?"
The pain on half of Francis's face made him lose his temper, and his anger surged like a raging wave.
But when he saw the injured face of the woman with tear-filled eyes, a hint of regret arose in his heart.
Did he say so many hurtful words unintentionally? He reached out to wipe away her tears and explain that he didn't mean it, but Keith spoke up at that moment.
"Mr. Getty, Harper wants to leave. Do not force her to stay."
Just this sentence dispelled any trace of remorse inside his heart in lieu of coldness.
Francis sneered, "It seems like you two can't wait to leave together."
Harper heard it, but it was as if she hadn't.
After all, it would be no difference if one was stabbed for ten or a hundred times. Was there a difference?
Keith's eyes held a faint smile as he spoke gently, "Mr. Getty, you've misunderstood. Harper and I are just friends, but you shouldn't impose your will on her. At the very least, you should give her the room to make her own choice."
"Alright, Harper, think it over!" Francis let go, his voice carrying a cold warning and his graceful figure filled with inherent nobility. He refused to take another step forward.
He had his own pride as well.
Harper looked at him in silence. Her tears had already dried, and she turned and left without hesitation.
Francis's face turned red.
A sense of betrayal arose, bringing a dull pain in his chest that he couldn't contain!
He clenched his fists tightly, all his anger turning into a cold sneer. "Fine, get out! And don't ever think about coming back to me!"
Harper's gaze was calm to the point of being still; she did not even look at him, and she left directly.
But before she had taken a few steps, she was lifted up by a pair of strong arms.
"Francis! Let me go!"
Wasn't he the one who told her to leave? What was this about?
"Francis!" she angrily called him, her eyes red with anger.
Francis's face was dark, and he walked quickly to the ward with her in his arms.
"As long as we're still married, don't expect me to let you go."
His tone was domineering and cold, with no room for negotiation.
Angry, Harper bit his shoulder, but the pain did not make the man's footsteps pause.
He warned through gritted teeth, "You can bite me, and I'll find a way to punish you later!"
Soon, Harper knew what he meant by punishment.
He locked the door of the ward.
Harper's guarded eyes looked at him. "Why did you lock the door?"
"To do something that will make you listen."
Francis threw her onto the bed, reached out to loosen his tie, and tightly bound her wrists to the headboard.
Before Harper could react, he had already bent down and pressed her on the bed, kissing her fiercely.
Harper's face instantly turned bad, and she instinctively moved her face away, but Francis reached out and forcefully turned it back.
He grabbed her chin, leaving a red mark, and coldly threatened, "If you don't want anything to happen to the child inside, you better cooperate!"
Harper was so angry that her eyes turned red. "Francis, how can you be called a man who can only threaten a woman?"
Francis's hand, which was unbuttoning her, paused for a moment, and for a sudden, he smiled. "Harper, how many times do I have to prove to you whether I am a man or not?"
Harper was not as shameless as he was. She just felt extremely humiliated. She kicked him with her feet. Her delicate lips were moving as she cursed. "Francis, you bastard!"
Francis was not angry at all. He leaned over with his long legs, suppressing the restless woman, and said with a cool smile, "Since you have no idea, then let me show you."
The commotion was caused by the two in the room. There was no clue how the person standing outside the ward could stand listening to it all.
Keith stood at the Hospital Room Entrance, his expression as if he could see through the door into the room. He thought about the man's distinct hand resting on the woman's slender and fair waist, undulating.
His face could no longer maintain its warmth, and he turned away with a mocking smile.
Two hours later. Harper's delicate face was tinged with a suggestive crimson, and because her hands had been untied, she couldn't muster any strength.
Francis's neatly ironed shirt had now crumpled, mirroring Harper's ruined attire. Seeing her predicament, he retrieved a shirt from the wardrobe and tossed it over to her.
"Wear this for now; I'll have Victor bring some clothes over instantly."
Harper incensed, refused to wear what he had offered, and flung the shirt back at him. Her cheeks flushed with anger. "You bastard!"
Were it not for him, she wouldn't be left without clothing.
As Francis found his satisfaction, his fury ebbed, and his cold eyes narrowed. "Is that all you have?"
Harper glared at him fiercely; in her everyday life, she rarely resorted to such language.
This word was reserved uniquely for this man.
After smoothening his attire, Francis remarked, "Expand your swearing; next time, save your curses for the bedroom. I find them more endearing there."
Harper, incensed, her eyes burning with rage, retorted, "I wouldn't want intimacy with you!"
Francis's eyes narrowed slightly. Leaning in close, he grasped her face. "Then whom would you prefer?"
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