Chapter 152 You Are My Ex-Husband, So You Have No Right to Interfere in My Affairs
Harper nodded. "Yes, I’m sure."
Supporting Keith in sitting on the sofa, Harper stood up to leave, but suddenly, he grabbed her hand.
She turned back to look at him in confusion.
The indoor incandescent light illuminated the fine hairs on her face clearly. She wasn't wearing makeup, but her skin was as tender as jelly.
Her appearance had both the charm of a mature woman and the cuteness of a young girl, which could easily arouse a man’s sexual impulses.
Keith was no exception. He couldn't help but feel a bit hot.
His Adam's apple bobbed as he said, "Could you please pour me another cup of coffee?"
Harper nodded, picked up the cup, and poured him another cup of coffee.
She also brought a blanket over, draped it over Keith, and let him lie on the sofa for a while.
Then, she went to the desk to open her computer and check the information sent by Carter Education Company.
She felt uneasy just sitting there, mainly because a man was in her house. So, she decided to check her emails instead.
About twenty minutes later, Keith got up to leave.
Harper, feeling uneasy, insisted on seeing him downstairs and watched him drive away before going back upstairs.
Keith wasn’t driving very fast. As expected, he saw a black car lurking in the corner, hidden in the night.
He deliberately stopped, rolled down the window, and greeted it with a faint smile.
"Mr. Getty, what a coincidence!"
Francis stayed expressionless, but he saw the provocation in Keith’s eyes.
He suddenly laughed, "Keith, do you really think you can leave here alive after provoking me so many times?"
"Mr. Getty, you are funny. The Getty family is so powerful. How would I dare to provoke you?"
At this moment, Keith took off his glasses, and his eyes were no longer gentle but filled with desire.
This was his true color.
He was hypocritical and cold.
Francis' lips curled into a cold smile as he said, "If you're a coward, be careful and stay away from Harper."
Keith chuckled, "Mr. Getty, you're being a bit overbearing. If Harper is willing to be close to me, of course, I won't push her away. Besides..."
He paused for a second and said, in a misleading voice, "One can never appreciate it until he tastes it. And finally, I can understand why Mr. Getty is so unwilling to let go."
After saying that, he didn't care how angry Francis looked and drove away directly.
The night wind was fierce, but Keith was in a great mood.
Initially, he just wanted to take everything away from Francis. Logically, after their divorce, his goal was achieved.
But now, seeing that Francis clearly hadn't let go of Harper, he suddenly wanted to toy with Harper and enjoy Francis' furious expression.
However, Harper had strong boundaries. Therefore, Keith was sure that it would not be a casual endeavor to let Harper’s guard down unless something significant happened.
He really needed to plan carefully.
Half of Keith's handsome face was hidden in the darkness. After a while, he dialed a number.
"Have you found Amelia?"
The person on the other end of the line replied, "She was recently seen near Pine Ridge. I've heard a witness see her."
Keith's expression turned cold as he said, "Find her as soon as possible. Don't let anyone else take our prize."
He thought Amelia could be a breakthrough and planned to use her well.
He held the steering wheel with one hand and absentmindedly loosened his tie, but he was still unable to dispel the heat in his heart.
He thought of Harper's tender hands and couldn't help but curse himself.
Back in college, he didn't interact much with Harper.
At that time, his heart was filled with hatred and extremely twisted. So he didn't pay much attention to her at all.
During the day, he played the role of a model senior at school, but at night, he was a sinister and perverted schemer.
It wasn't until he recently returned from abroad and secretly learned that Harper had married Francis that he got the idea to get close to her.
But the more they interacted, the more his desires grew.
He pondered that it might be because he hadn't been with her yet and thought once he fulfilled his wish, she probably wouldn't be able to affect his emotions so much.
While Harper was taking a shower, she noticed that Keith's watch was still in the sink.
After she came out, just as she was about to put his watch away, the doorbell rang.
Harper thought it was Keith coming back for his watch, so she quickly put on a more conservative nightgown to answer the door.
"Keith, are you here to get..."
When her eyes met Francis' face, Harper was stunned.
She thought that after she had said so many harsh words to him, he would never come looking for her again.
So, at that moment, she was completely unguarded when she opened the door.
She froze, and her first reaction was to close the door.
She used so much force, but it was of no avail.
Harper looked closely and was terrified.
Francis, this madman, actually used his hand to block the door.
The heavy impact immediately bruised the back of Francis's hand and left two marks on it.
The bruises gathered under his thin skin and looked particularly shocking.
"Are you out of your mind?"
Harper looked up and met a pair of deeply gloomy and extremely resentful cold eyes.
His expression was as if she had done something terribly wrong to him.
His demeanor made Harper look at him with extreme caution.
"You..."
Before she could finish her sentence, the door was slammed open again.
Francis slipped inside and, without a word, pinned her against the door.
His expression was like that of a beast ready to devour as he gripped her chin. And he said coldly, "Did you two have sex?"
Harper was stunned and immediately realized what he was doing. "You've been following me?"
Francis' eyes were bloodshot, and he gritted his teeth as he said, "Answer me."
Harper was instantly furious and said, "Francis, are you insane? Didn't I make myself clear today? We are divorced. What makes you interfere in my affairs? You are my ex-husband. You have no right to interfere in my affairs."
"I have no right?"
Francis' mind was very messy at this point.
Downstairs, in his car, he had been watching the lights upstairs and constantly persuading himself.
‘Keith is just coming up to sit for a while. he will leave soon.’
‘He wouldn’t do anything stupid, or Harper would be upset.’
He had been persuading himself like this for half an hour.
That half-hour felt like half a century to him.
But his hope was shattered by Keith’s words.
In an instant, his heart was more shattered than glass shards.
In his mind, she was still his possession, and no one could try to take her away.
He had never even considered that she might have sex with another man.
The mere thought of this possibility drove him to the brink of madness.
The insane jealousy consumed his rationality, and he desperately needed an answer.
Francis' grip on Harper's chin grew tighter and tighter. "Harper, I'll ask you one more time. Did you two have sex?"
Harper was in so much pain that tears streamed down her face. She grew even more resentful of his domineering and unreasonable behavior. She stubbornly straightened her neck and said, "None of your business."
"Is that so?"
Francis sneered, lifted her, and threw her onto the bed.
"If you don't tell me, then I'll check it myself."
Harper's expression changed, and she suddenly felt something bad was happening.
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