Chapter 171 Ninety-Nine Roses
The next second, he bent down and placed her in the back seat. Not even bothering to close the car door, He leaned in, pinched her chin, and kissed her tender lips hard.
Harper reached out and grabbed his shirt tightly, popping a button, but he didn't care. Instead, when she angrily opened her mouth, he sucked on her tongue, which made her scalp tingle.
Finally, he let her go in satisfaction. Harper raised her hand in anger, but he grabbed it. He looked at her with deep eyes.
"Are you coming back to me?"
With that, Harper didn't even want to hit him anymore.
He seemed to know the things she cared about the most and always held her tightly.
Harper was very angry but also felt powerless. She hated their current entangled relationship.
In her past consciousness, Francis's mere appearance of Francis gave him the image of light.
Before, when she approached him and hugged him, it was like embracing light.
But this light had cruelly and mercilessly hurt her.
Now, it was like a stress response; she instinctively resisted his entanglement because it meant hope.
And the harm that the hope brought made her feel suffocated by even just a thought.
No one understood why she tried to escape, and no one could understand what she was afraid of.
She almost pleaded, "Francis, what will it take to make you stop harassing me? Do you just want to have sex with me? If we have sex, will you let go?"
Francis' dark eyes were cold. "What do you mean?"
"What do you think?" Harper looked straight at him, her eyes glistening with tears. "Isn't your entanglement just because you want to have sex with me?"
"Say that again?"
"If I agree and have sex with you for once, will you stop? If so, I..."
Francis sneered, "Are you offering to have sex with me?"
His words were full of blatant humiliation.
Harper clenched her fists, trembling with sadness, still remembering to ask for some assurance, "You have to write..."
Before she could finish, Francis suddenly reached out and hugged her, his chin resting on her soft hair, whispering, "Can't you just go along with me a little? I'm a bit angry."
His sudden change caught her off guard.
Harper was stunned and completely unable to understand why he was angry.
If he knew her whereabouts, he should know she was innocent with Rhodes.
She was just hitching a ride; there was no reason for him to be angry.
Besides, she and he were no longer related; she was not his possession.
But she couldn't reason with him, and Harper was too tired to repeat herself. She reached out to push him away.
"Move. I'm going home," Harper said
Francis' face stiffened, feeling her rejection.
But he still obediently let go and helped her out of the car. "I'll take you back."
Harper frowned and was about to speak when someone called her name.
"Harper."
Keith suddenly appeared, holding a bouquet of roses, about ninety-nine of them.
Instantly, the atmosphere became tense.
Although Harper didn't know why Keith was holding flowers, it was undoubtedly a good excuse to get rid of Francis. She didn't hesitate to walk towards Keith.
But her hands were grabbed, and Francis frowned, gripping her hand tightly.
He didn't speak, but his eyes were stubborn and complicated.
Harper pried his hand away, just as he had done before, and firmly told him, "Mr. Getty, we are divorced, which means we are strangers. Please don't do this anymore."
She hadn't walked far when Keith suddenly freed one hand to hold hers.
Harper's body instantly tensed and instinctively wanted to shake him off.
But Keith held on tightly, his long fingers interlocking with hers.
He leaned in and whispered in her ear, "Don't you want to get rid of him? I'll help you."
Harper's heartstrings tightened as she felt a cold, terrifying gaze behind her, as if it were cutting through her skin and looking into her heart. This made her body tremble.
Keith held her hand, ignored Francis' fierce gaze, nodded slightly, and led her away.
Harper didn't even know how she got to her doorstep as she only remembered that she was walking awkwardly.
Keith stuffed the flowers into her arms and said, "Get some rest. Call me if you need anything."
She didn't hear the rest of what he said but just nodded, and he left.
She didn't even know when she had accepted Keith's flowers.
Mainly, for so long, besides Francis, she hadn't had any intimate contact with anyone else.
Even holding hands with Keith in front of Francis made her feel guilty.
Today, she took the first step, and it didn't seem that hard, although facing Francis' oppressive gaze, she was indeed quite scared.
Once inside, Harper looked at the flowers in her hands as she didn't know what to do.
Why did Keith give her flowers?
And such a large, beautiful bouquet.
No girl disliked flowers.
She couldn't smell the strong scent of the flowers, but she liked their appearance, so she placed them on the table in the living room.
At that moment, Molly texted her, saying she would come over to sleep tonight.
Harper replied with an okay and went to take a shower.
After her shower, she was blow-drying her hair in the bathroom when the doorbell rang.
Harper, unguarded, went to open the door, saying, "Forgot the code?"
But the person outside wasn't Molly; it was Francis.
Harper's mind went blank for a moment, and she immediately tried to close the door.
Francis calmly blocked the door with his foot, his eyes sharp and deep. "Do you want to make a scene?"
With that, Harper didn't dare to block the door.
He would find a way in anyway.
Francis entered and closed the door behind him.
Harper shrank back.
He didn't come any closer; he just looked at her with deep eyes, the pressure in them making it hard for her to breathe.
Harper's heart tightened, and she said warily, "What do you want? Let's talk in the daytime."
Francis' voice was deep. "We didn't finish our conversation in the car. I can't sleep."
Harper was stunned.
In the car, she had suggested using sex to get him to stop harassing her. His tone at the time didn't agree with her proposal. Was he changing his mind now?
After a while, Harper's courage was gone, and she didn't dare to repeat herself.
She pretended to be dumb. "I thought we had enough."
Francis suddenly pulled her over and pinned her against the wall, his long, beautiful fingers gripping her chin, not allowing her to dodge.
Harper's back stiffened uncontrollably, her whole body tense.
Backlit, his eyes were deep as the sea, his voice calm like a storm about to break.
He said, "This isn't over. I haven't given you an answer."
Harper replied, "No need, I—"
Suddenly, Francis' thin lips pressed down on hers unexpectedly.
Harper's eyes widened, but Francis didn't give her time to react. He bit her lips, taking her breath away, and his tongue forcefully invaded.
This kiss was different from any before.
This kiss had a sense of plunder.
Harper felt like she was suffocating from his kiss.
She couldn't even breathe.
Her eyes went red from the kiss, her body soft and weak, which only intensified Francis' desire to tease her.
Her mind was muddled, her chest heaving, but she still asked him, "Are you serious?"
He picked her up and walked towards the bedroom, his eyes dark and terrifying.
"Yes. Now, have sex with me."
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