Chapter 167 Your Love is Cheap, and I Don't Care for It
Keith was at the door!
Harper's heart clenched, and visible panic set in.
Just as she was about to say she wasn't home, she heard Keith say, "Sorry, I asked Molly, and she said you were at home. I'll wait for you at the door, no rush. You can get up and freshen up first."
Suddenly, Harper shivered all over and felt her scalp tingling, and her blood seemed to rush to her head.
"Mm... ah..."
A seductive moan escaped her lips. Harper hurriedly covered her mouth, agreed, and then quickly hung up the phone.
The next second, she pushed Francis away from her, tightened her nightgown, and angrily slapped him.
She was furious with him.
Who would do such things early in the morning?
But just as her hand was raised in mid-air, Francis caught her wrist.
He looked at her with a deep, unreadable gaze. "Only my woman has the right to hit me. Do you still want to hit me?"
Harper immediately let go. She was unwilling to hit him and didn't even want to touch him.
This made the man even angrier. He sneered and said, "What, chickening out? You were quite enthusiastic about seducing other men."
His gaze and tone made it seem as if she were cheating.
Harper realized that whenever she interacted with Francis, her emotions always spiraled out of control.
This was not a good thing.
Since they were already divorced, she shouldn't let other emotions sway her.
"Mr. Getty, you misunderstand me," Harper said with a smile. "That wasn't another man. That was my boyfriend."
"You say he's your boyfriend, yet here you are, panting with desire under me."
Francis had a mocking smile on his lips. "Harper, you are a true wanton."
Harper slowly clenched her fists. His humiliation made her angry, but she was more puzzled by one thing.
"Mr. Getty, why are you so unwilling?"
Her beautiful eyes blinked as if she had discovered a fact she dared not admit.
"Mr. Getty, could it be that after our divorce, you realized you fell in love with me?"
In the previous situation, she hadn't believed his words about loving her.
But now, she began to doubt herself.
The atmosphere instantly became tense.
Francis' thin lips were tightly pressed together. The answer was already surfacing, but he couldn't bring himself to say it.
His pride and dignity wouldn't allow him to be humiliated again.
Harper gently tugged at the corner of her lips as if coaxing, "Mr. Getty, is admitting you love me so shameful? I won't laugh at you."
Francis lifted his eyes, and his lips parted slightly as if to speak.
But Harper interrupted him first, "Because your love is cheap, I don't care for it."
The harm he had caused her was already done. Now he said he loved her. How laughable!
Moreover, his love for her didn't stop him from maintaining close relationships with other women.
But then again, who was the real culprit?
If she hadn't liked him so much, these hurts wouldn't have existed.
So now she didn't want to blame anyone. She didn't want to, nor did she dare to fall in love with him again.
Harper got up and went to the bathroom to change. When she returned, she found that Francis had already dressed in a new set of clothes.
Her eyes flickered. He was truly a rogue man.
Victor must have brought him his clothes, which he chose not to wear.
Even after a sleepless night, Francis showed no signs of fatigue. His deep-set eyes were captivating, and his features were exquisitely defined. In terms of looks, few men in all of Northfield could compare to him.
He had the quintessential appearance of a scoundrel.
Harper didn't want to deal with him, but there were some things she needed to make clear.
"Mr. Getty, don't forget to close the door when you leave, and..."
She paused and then said, "Don't come looking for me again. I don't want to move again."
Since she wanted to sever ties, she preferred to do it cleanly, without any lingering attachments.
Francis' eyes grew cold as he looked at Harper, and he felt an undeniable sting in his heart.
Was she completely giving up and no longer like him?
Harper was about to walk past him and leave, but he grabbed her wrist.
"You were right. I think I have fallen in love with you. You know that once I am certain, I don't change my mind."
Francis reached out to caress Harper's fair and delicate cheek and spoke clearly, "I advise you to stop. For the rest of your life, you won't escape me."
Harper stood frozen, a bit at a loss.
She never expected that after she had deliberately humiliated him, he would still calmly admit he loved her.
She stared at him and finally squeezed out, "You're a lunatic."
Her previous bravado was gone, replaced by a creeping sense of dread.
What was he even talking about?
"You knew that just now, didn’t you?" Francis replied nonchalantly.
This version of Francis truly frightened Harper.
She knew he had his ways, but he had never used them on her before.
"Francis, stop. Do you think that just because you say you love me, I'll come back to you?"
Harper didn't know if she was angry or scared, but her body trembled as she said, "I'm telling you, even if the sky falls, I won't come back to you."
"Alright."
He responded lightly as if reverting to his arrogant, untouchable self.
His gaze was mocking as if laughing at her overestimation of herself.
"Maybe you'll come begging to return to me."
Harper's hand kept trembling. Looking at this unjust and unreasonable man, she couldn't utter a single word.
Francis merely chuckled softly, then swaggered to the door right in front of her and opened it, coming face to face with Keith.
Keith hadn't expected Francis to be there, much less that Francis would open the door for him, leaving him momentarily stunned.
Francis greeted Keith with a casual air and pointedly said, "Next time, don't come at this time. It is disturbing."
Then, he curled his long, elegant fingers and lifted Harper's chin to examine her face from side to side. "Don't forget to take the medicine."
With that, he left without caring about their reactions.
Harper thought, 'Is this man a devil?'
Keith looked at her, his expression somewhat unnatural, and coughed, "Have you had breakfast?"
Harper snapped back to reality. She had originally planned to go out for breakfast with Keith and explain why she had left early last time.
But now... she invited him in, and they had a tasteless breakfast together.
After they finished eating, Keith took the initiative to clean up the dishes and only sat back down after washing them.
"You two..."
"I..."
They spoke almost simultaneously.
After exchanging a glance, Harper said, "You go first."
Keith's eyes flickered as he asked, "Are you two planning to get back together?"
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