Chapter 118 Heavily Slapping Chloe
Chloe felt panicked for a moment.
She thought it was impossible!
She had been very discreet with her actions; he wouldn't have noticed.
She thought, ‘Francis is bluffing, definitely bluffing.’
She shook her head and cried, "Francis, I really didn't do anything to harm you. I like you so much; how could I harm you?"
Francis, seeing that she still refused to admit, said coldly, "There was a time when I came back from Silvercrest Hospital where Harper had medical examinations. The director of the hospital was actually a friend of your father. About some anonymous photos I received, who would send them to me? Do I need to continue?"
Chloe's face turned pale; she didn't expect that Francis had investigated so thoroughly.
But she couldn't admit it, for admitting it would be the end of everything.
She cried sadly, tightly grabbing Francis's arm. "Francis, I really didn't know about all these things you mentioned. It has nothing to do with me. Really. Trust me! I wouldn't harm you!"
Francis coldly withdrew his arm and kept a distance from her.
He was as shocked as Chloe was when he heard Victor's report. He began to doubt if the girl who used to risk her life to save him, encouraged him to live on in the water, and told him the world was beautiful, was truly the same person as the one in front of him.
Wesley was right. Francis underestimated a woman's persistence. Unrequited love could really drive a person crazy and change them completely.
Chloe saw the cold expression on Francis's face and panicked completely.
She explained incoherently, "Francis, it was all Xenia. I really had no idea!"
Francis narrowed his beautiful eyes slightly and coldly said, "Chloe, I'll attribute this incident to Xenia today, but it doesn't mean I believe you. I'm just giving you a chance to confess."
But clearly, Chloe didn’t take it.
That pure and lovely girl had disappeared.
Francis looked down at her. "Do you really want me to continue investigating?"
Francis's cold eyes no longer had any warmth, only coldness.
Chloe felt anxious. She clenched her palm fiercely, pressing her fingernails against it and forcing herself to stay calm.
"Francis, you really misunderstood me."
"Enough."
Francis was impatient to listen more. His thin lips slightly parted. "The surgery is scheduled for a week from now, and I've booked you a flight for three days later!"
"Francis, are you really going to be so heartless, all for Harper? She's doing well, and Xenia paid a price, too!"
Chloe sat on the ground, grabbed one of Francis's trouser legs, and cried until she felt weak all over. "You can't treat me like this."
Francis shook her away.
His handsome face was covered in frost. His words carried a warning. "Harper is my bottom line."
Each word from Francis was like a giant rock smashing into the waves, instantly stirring up endless waves!
Chloe trembled all over!
She thought, ‘Bottom line? Francis actually said that. Harper, a despicable woman, how dare she!’
Francis had said what he needed to, and he wasn't going to stay any longer. He calmly said, "You should get ready for your flight!"
He turned around to leave.
"Francis."
Chloe went crazy trying to grab Francis's hands, tears streaming down, struggling desperately. "Do you really want to punish me for Xenia's mistakes? I know I was wrong. Don't leave me. Without you, I have no reason to live; I might as well go to die."
But she didn't even touch Francis; he frowned in disgust, completely unmoved, and walked away.
Chloe collapsed, but she had one last trick.
She shouted loudly, "Francis, if you leave, I won't take the surgery. I won't do it! Even if it means death, I won't do it!"
She didn't believe that Francis didn't care about her life!
She also didn't believe that Francis would leave her to death!
Francis stopped in his tracks and turned around, his handsome face covered with coldness.
"You only live once. How you choose is up to you, but my care for you ends with this surgery!"
Whether the surgery was done or not, his decision wouldn't change.
"What?"
Chloe's face turned pale in an instant!
She looked up at the man bathed in moonlight, his features still so exquisite and outstanding, but there was no familiar indulgence left in his handsome brows.
At this moment, he looked at her like a stranger.
The next moment, Francis lifted his feet and walked away, disappearing completely from her sight.
Behind him was Chloe's miserable and hoarse cry.
She was crazy, almost insane, muttering to herself, "It didn't happen. Francis wouldn't treat me like this; he loves me. He loves me so much. All of this is the fault of that despicable Harper and her bastard child!"
Her eyes became sinister and vicious, her fingers pinching into her palm fiercely, a hint of a bloody smell wafting out.
She thought, ‘They all should die!’
The phone on the table vibrated.
Chloe crawled over and answered the call.
After the call ended, Chloe's face became increasingly distorted. She sank into a state of madness and smirked.
She thought, 'Francis, he could only be mine! Harper, you bitch! It's time for you to hell!’
In the hospital.
Harper was locked in the ward and followed by the bodyguard wherever she went. Losing interest in going out, she went to bed early to rest.
She was used to turning off the air conditioning before bed, but tonight, it's getting cold, colder than usual.
In the middle of the night, she felt like someone was lying next to her in a daze.
It was warm and comfortable.
She turned over and hugged that person tightly, pressing her whole body against it and sleeping extremely sweetly.
Francis stiffened his body, not daring to move, pretending to be a doll.
But Harper was restless. And her hands were moving up and down, igniting all his desires.
He couldn't take it anymore and had to hold her hands tightly to stop her from moving, but the next moment, Harper used her mouth to touch him recklessly.
Her touch went directly to his Adam's apple.
He had a drive in a second.
The Adam's apple was the most sensitive part of a man's body.
He broke out in a cold sweat.
He wished he could strip her naked right now.
But the remaining rationality told him he couldn't.
She had been pregnant for too short a time; she couldn't handle intense sex.
And if he woke her up now, he didn't know how long it would take before she fell asleep again, and he couldn't let her stay up late.
He tried to endure, cursed silently, and fell asleep in extreme exhaustion until dawn.
As the day was faintly breaking.
Harper stretched lazily and propped her long legs on the cushion, feeling extremely comfortable.
But the next moment, she felt something was wrong. This cushion actually had muscles!
She turned her head and saw that she was lying in Francis's arms.
Harper almost jumped up in a second. Without any hesitation, she gave Francis, who was still sleeping, a hard kick.
Francis, who was caught off guard, was thrown off the bed.
Francis woke up in a bad mood, especially since he had been tormented by this Harper all night and hadn't slept a wink.
He turned over in a second and knelt on both sides of her, pressing her arms with his palms with his thin lips curling up.
"Harper, it seems that you need a lesson!"
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