Chapter 187 Don't Want to Let Go Again
At first, Harper thought she was hallucinating from wanting to be rescued so badly.
But then, she heard another voice. "Harper, where are you?"
The voice was so familiar, like a heavenly sound.
Harper shouted with all her might, "Francis, I'm here—"
Her mouth was covered by the man in front of her.
Nick and Tony worked together to drag her away.
Harper used all her strength to struggle desperately.
But she was no match for two strong adult men, and they dragged her forcefully into the darkness.
However, Harper did not give up, her heels leaving long marks on the ground.
Nick noticed something was wrong and yanked Harper's hair, making her lose her strength.
Just as Harper was about to give up from exhaustion.
A gust of wind came, and Nick, who was dragging her, let out a horrific scream. "Ah—"
He was kicked away.
At this moment, Francis's narrow eyes were filled with terrifying rage.
He had used all his strength in that kick, and Nick couldn't even groan after being knocked over.
The next moment, his cold and fierce gaze turned to Tony, and the words from his handsome, thin lips were more sinister than hell. "You're dead meat."
Instantly, Tony's face turned pale.
In the moment he was still in a daze, Francis swung his hand and threw him by the back of his neck.
Then, he came to Harper, squatted down, and extended his arm slightly forward.
But remembering that she didn't like his touch, he silently withdrew it.
"Are you okay?"
His handsome face lost its fierceness, his brows furrowed, and his voice had a slight tremor.
Harper looked at his anxious and concerned expression.
The strength she had been holding onto for so long suddenly crumbled.
Tears rolled down her face, and she threw herself into Francis's arms, feeling utterly wronged.
This action struck a chord in Francis's heart.
Without hesitation, he reached out and held her tightly in his arms.
"What took you so long?" Harper's voice was as soft as a mosquito, tinged with sobs.
She was still in shock, forgetting the rift between them.
At this moment, there was only one voice in her mind.
'He's here.'
He finally came to save her.
Her question caused Francis's heartache.
He hadn't actually slept; camping in the mountains wasn't as safe as the city.
Although he didn't like her, he couldn't help but worry.
So, he had been keeping watch by Harper's tent. When he got too tired, he found a sheltered spot to smoke.
Then he came back to watch.
After a while, he found a hairpin on the ground, which he clearly remembered Harper wearing.
He immediately opened the tent, but it was empty.
His heart almost jumped out of his chest.
Noah had drunk a lot that night and was of no help, so he woke up the delivery workers to keep an eye on the tent while he went out to search alone.
Fortunately, Harper had left many signs of struggle on the ground, which helped him find her.
If he had been a few minutes later, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
Francis held her tightly with one hand and gently patted her back with the other.
His usually steady and strong hand was trembling slightly at this moment.
He whispered, "It's all my fault."
All the harm he had caused Harper was now forgotten.
Francis's mind was filled with relief.
He was relieved that she was still there, safe in his arms, which was the best outcome.
He didn't want to let her go anymore.
Harper nestled in his arms, unable to think of anything, just holding him tightly.
His timely appearance had soothed all her fears and anxieties.
At this moment, he was the embodiment of her sense of security.
They were immersed in a whirlwind of emotions, not noticing Tony, who had been kicked down, crawling back stealthily.
His groin had been smashed by Harper with a rock, bleeding profusely, numb with pain. He was possibly impotent after this.
Now, looking at the embracing of Harper and Francis, Tony was filled with intense hatred.
He blamed all his sufferings on Harper.
If she hadn't been so beautiful and tempting, he wouldn't have ended up like this.
Since she had ruined his manhood, he would take her life as compensation.
Instantly, Tony's eyes gleamed with murderous intent.
He raised the knife high and aimed it at the back of Harper's head.
The sharp blade reflected a cold light in the moonlight, which Francis caught with his keen eyes. "Watch out!"
His pupils contracted violently, and he pushed Harper away.
The next second, the sharp knife plunged into Francis's left chest.
Seeing that he hadn't stabbed Harper, Tony, like a madman, pulled out the knife and lunged at Harper, who had been pushed aside.
His face twisted with madness; he gritted his teeth and said, "You are dead! Bitch!"
The sharp blade was about to stab Harper's face.
Francis, ignoring the blood gushing from his chest, threw himself at Tony, knocking him away.
The next second, before Tony could react, he bent his elbow and struck down forcefully.
He delivered a fatal blow to Tony's throat.
Tony's throat let out a crisp crack.
Then, the crazed Tony rolled his eyes like a dead fish and could no longer move.
Francis, ignoring the blood still flowing from his chest, immediately turned around and grabbed Harper's shoulders, asking, "Are you okay?"
He hadn't seen clearly just now, and this was his biggest concern.
Unbeknownst to him, his vigorous movements had soaked his entire shirt with blood.
Harper looked at the blood-covered Francis. Her mouth opened, but she couldn't make a sound, only shaking her head desperately.
All she could see was blood!
Instantly, her tears fell uncontrollably.
Not far away, Noah's voice called out.
Francis's furrowed brows finally relaxed, and he raised his hand to touch her face. "Don't cry."
After saying that, his hand seemed to lose strength and fell.
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
