Chapter 161 She Had Buried Her Past Self
Harper looked at him coldly to observe the impact of her words and finally felt a raw sense of satisfaction. Yet, this was far from enough to offset her pain.
With a touch of irony, she said, "In the end, the man I should thank the most is Mr. Getty. If it weren't for your graciousness in agreement of the divorce, I wouldn't have had the chance to be with Keith legitimately."
Watching the expression on the handsome man's face grow increasingly unhappy, Harper laughed. And it was a genuine smile spreading across her face.
"Keith loves children. We will have two and live a simple, happy life.
"Impossible."
Francis grabbed her shoulder tightly, and his eyes were wide with rage. "I won't let you have children with him."
Harper looked at him with amusement. "Mr. Getty, what makes you say so? You are merely my ex-husband. Is there any law saying I cannot have a child?"
Francis gritted his teeth. "I said so. And so it is."
Harper stared at him resolutely, and her eyes were filled with unshakable determination. "Francis, you can't control me."
She had already buried her past self. The obedient, sweet Harper who had eyes only for him disappeared.
Francis said nothing, but his grip tightened and almost crushed her shoulder.
Harper endured the pain, refused to show weakness, and reminded him, "Mr. Getty, if you don't let go of me, he will come looking for me soon."
She thought mentioning that someone was waiting for her would stop Francis from going mad. But she underestimated the extent of his fury.
With a dangerous glint in his eyes, he said, "Harper, what I don't allow will never happen."
Though his voice was calm, Harper felt as if a wild beast was watching her.
Her pupils contracted, and she asked warily, "What are you planning to do? This is the men's restroom. Someone could enter at any time."
Her words were cut off as Francis sealed her lips with his as he swallowed every word she wanted to say.
He pressed Harper against the partition with a possessive kiss that nearly tore her apart.
Unable to resist, Harper bit down hard on his lip, the taste of blood spreading between them.
The pain seemed to fuel Francis' desire to possess her even more.
A kiss was far from enough.
He pinned her hands above her head, tore her collar wide open, and left her in disarray.
She struggled and cried out, "Francis, we are divorced. You can't do this."
Francis, impeccably dressed, looked at her with eyes full of desire. He whispered in her ear as his tongue lightly flicked, "Do you think that could stop me?"
His words sent a shiver down Harper's spine.
"You can say no, but your body won’t."
Determined to evoke her memories, he held her in the crook of his arms as his cold hands roamed freely over her body.
Gradually, sweat beaded on Harper's forehead. She controlled her expression and said coldly, "Don't think you can force me."
Francis smiled, but his eyes were icy. "I won't force you."
Harper gritted her teeth. "Then let me go."
"Alright."
Francis' compliance was so unexpected that it made her suspicious. But Harper couldn't think too much about it. She exhaled deeply and reached out to push the door.
"Harper?"
One word stopped Harper in her tracks. She turned around in disbelief to see her phone in Francis' hand.
And it was still connected.
Harper reached out to grab her phone, but Francis, with a malicious smile, tossed it back to her.
Just as she was about to speak, Keith's voice from the phone rendered her silent.
"Harper, I'm at the restroom door. Are you inside?"
"Harper?"
She hastily hung up the phone and turned it off.
Outside, Keith, who didn’t get a response, asked a server to check inside for him.
He told the server, "Could you please check if my girlfriend is in there? Her name is Harper."
This made Francis' eyes narrow coldly.
Girlfriend? Fine. Very well.
Harper paid no attention to the implication of Keith's words. Her heart was pounding, and she didn't dare to breathe.
The server came out and said there was no one inside.
Just when Harper thought Keith would leave, the door to the men's restroom was pushed open.
The heavy sound of the door pushing open seemed to press directly on Harper's heart.
Francis looked down at her, and his eyes were seemingly saying, “Why are you still here?”
Harper glared at him fiercely.
The shiny tiles clearly reflected her, a woman with disheveled clothes, flushed and dewy, as if she had just made love.
Only now did Harper realize Francis' malicious intent.
He wanted to make her unpresentable.
She wasn't afraid that Keith saw her. She just felt that no one should see her like this.
Francis, displeased by her anxious expression, reached out to push the door open.
Harper, terrified, clung to his arm and shook her head vigorously.
His eyes grew colder as he effortlessly pried her hands away and stepped forward to leave.
Desperate, Harper hooked her arms around his neck to stop him with a kiss.
But to Francis, this kiss meant something different, like a blade stabbed into his chest.
He dodged, put his lips against her right ear, and said, as his voice was hoarse, "Are you so afraid he'll find out?"
Harper was on the verge of losing her mind. Keith was still out there, and Francis was speaking out loud.
Luckily, the sound of running water outside masked his voice.
"Shoosh," Harper warned him.
Because of her tension, fine beads of sweat appeared on Harper's forehead, and a few strands of her disheveled hair clung to her flushed cheeks, emitting a faint fragrance.
She was the very picture of sweating with fragrance.
Unbeknownst to her, she looked incredibly alluring to him at that moment.
She focused intently on the sounds outside.
Suddenly, his thin lips bit into her smooth, slender neck with a ferocity like a starving wolf, as if he wanted to devour her flesh and drink her blood.
Harper shuddered from the stimulation.
In an instant, her heartbeat went out of control.
She covered her mouth tightly and was afraid that any sound might escape.
But he wouldn't let her have her way. Maliciously, he repeatedly licked her red lips to try to make her lose control deliberately.
Furiously, Harper pinched his waist hard and made him grunt in pain.
That sound caught the attention of those outside.
Keith, who had been about to leave, turned around sharply and fixed his eyes on the stall they were in.
With a stern face, he slowly walked towards the stall.
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