Chapter 121 Can You Still Trust Him?
Francis spent the next two days with Harper.
The VIP ward was no different from a hotel, with everything available. He even brought his work directly to the hospital.
Harper was not used to it, but Francis didn’t care. She didn't know how to refuse as it would make her seem presumptuous.
At noon, Harper had a poor appetite and didn't eat much.
It was pouring outside, and whenever it rained, she would feel a bit sad.
After lunch, she started browsing Twitter and saw a post reminiscing about a steakhouse near her school.
Perhaps pregnancy made her picky. She suddenly missed the steak from the restaurant she used to go to. Unfortunately, the chef had retired.
Harper never had the steak again. Harper liked the post.
She scrolled through her phone again and then looked up at Francis working beside her.
He unbuttoned his cuff and rolled up his sleeve to reveal his slender and powerful forearm, his long and beautiful fingers resting against his chin.
Then he picked up his phone.
Harper looked away and continued to focus on her phone.
Suddenly, Francis walked over, took her phone from her hand, put it aside, and patted her head.
"The pregnant shouldn't play with their phones."
Then he reached for his coat and put it on.
"Have a rest; I'll go out for a while."
Harper didn't say anything. After he left, she listened to the sound of rain outside, gradually felt drowsy, and fell asleep.
Harper was startled awake by a clap of thunder.
It was already pitch black outside, and she didn't expect it to keep raining. The lightning and thunder were more intensified.
She subconsciously looked at the desk, but no one was there.
She silently criticized herself. Had she already wavered in just two days?
If he wasn't here, he might be with Chloe.
Talking about sending Chloe away was probably just a comforting lie to make her obedient!
He simply took advantage of her innocence and gullibility.
Suddenly, the door to the ward was pushed open.
A tall and straight figure walked in, flicking on the light in the ward.
The sudden light made Harper squint involuntarily.
Francis placed something on the coffee table, loosened his tie, and then said, "Come here."
Harper hesitated. Francis tapped the table and said, "What are you thinking? Come over and eat your food."
Although she didn't feel like eating, she still obediently got out of bed and moved to the table, considering that he had come late just to bring her food.
When she opened the lunchbox, she was stunned.
It was steak.
She recognized it with just a glance. It was from the restaurant she used to eat at during her school days.
How could this be so coincidental?
How did he know what she wanted to eat?
Harper looked up at Francis and noticed that his suit and his hair were completely wet. This elegant and neat man looked a bit disheveled at the moment.
Francis took off his coat, threw it into the laundry basket, then started unbuttoning his shirt with his fingers, and glanced at her. "Do I look handsome?"
Harper blushed instantly and defended. "I wasn't looking at you."
Ignoring her response, Francis threw his shirt into the basket.
"You can watch me later. And eat now."
Harper remained silent.
This narcissist!
She took a bite of the steak and found that it tasted exactly like the one she used to eat during her school days.
She couldn't help but look up. "Are you..."
But she stopped abruptly.
Harper couldn't believe her eyes. He had even taken off his pants, leaving only his boxer shorts on his body.
When Francis heard her, he turned around. His handsome face was at her sharply, and he asked, "What?"
Harper suddenly fell silent.
Seeing her stop, he took two steps forward and asked seriously, "What did you just say?"
Harper's eyes were fixed on the muscular abs and thighs on Francis's body.
It took her a while to find her voice again, her ears burning. "Can't you go to the bathroom to change?"
"Okay." He didn't seem displeased and obediently went to the bathroom to shower.
When Francis came out again, wearing only a bathrobe, Harper had already cleaned up the dining table. Seeing his open collar, her face flushed.
She felt that something was off, so she avoided his inquiring gaze and went to the bathroom to freshen up.
When she came out, Francis was already lying on the bed, reading a financial magazine.
For the past two nights, their interaction pattern had been to go to bed at a regular time, and Francis hadn't done anything.
But tonight, Harper didn't want to go to bed. She felt like something was about to happen.
"Why are you lingering?" Francis put down the newspaper and looked at her.
Harper got into bed but still slept on her own side.
However, Francis reached over and pulled her into his arms with one hand.
In an instant, a strong scent of hormones enveloped her.
Harper's heart tightened, and she stiffened and tried to push him away. "Francis."
Francis bluntly said, "If you don't want to, we won't make love."
His words made Harper's cheeks even redder.
She asked, "How did you know about that steakhouse?"
Francis lightly closed his big eyes. "I heard it from someone else."
In fact, this was a lie. He saw her like on Twitter, noticed her poor appetite, and went to find the chef from that restaurant.
He searched for three hours in the rain. The alley was extremely narrow, so cars couldn't enter it, and he couldn't even open an umbrella.
But he found it.
On the way back, he wondered why he did all this.
He was sure it wasn't to make up for anything or out of guilt.
He simply wanted to see her happy.
It had been a long time since he had seen her as happy as she used to.
The lights dimmed.
Francis's thin lips pressed against her ear, gently planting a kiss. "Sleep. We'll go home together tomorrow."
Perhaps tonight, he was too heartwarming; Harper's heartbeat accelerated and lost its rhythm.
Could she still trust him?
The next day, after lunch.
With the doctor's permission, Harper could go home.
Francis had gone to the company early to handle some stuff, and she didn't believe his promise to go home together.
She finished packing, opened the door, and saw Francis coming in. Without a word, he took the bag from her hand effortlessly and lifted her horizontally.
"Francis!" Harper struggled uncomfortably.
"The doctor said you should walk as little as possible."
Francis held her waist naturally, indicating with his eyes that she should hold onto him.
The hospital bustles with activity as people come and go. Harper couldn't lift her head due to embarrassment, so she had to hold onto him tightly.
Suddenly, she nervously asked, "Is there any doctor's advice related to the baby?"
Francis paused and confessed. "The doctor didn't say that. I just wanted to hold you."
Harper looked up in astonishment, as Francis rarely spoke sweet words, and saw a hint of unnatural expression crossed his handsome face.
At that moment, her heart seemed to melt like honey, sweet and warm.
She leaned her head against his chest, not wanting him to see her face, which she knew must look silly.
It wasn't until they were in the car that he let her go. As he reached over to fasten her seat belt, a fragrant scent lingered around.
Francis held her chin and kissed her; the kiss was sweet and long.
Francis leaned over and kissed her.
When they finally parted, both were slightly out of breath. Harper's cheeks were rosy, and she dared not look into his eyes.
Just as Francis was about to say something, a buzzing vibration sounded, and his phone rang.
He slid his finger across the screen, and Chloe's heart-wrenching cry came through the phone.
"Francis, I am kidnapped."
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