Chapter 195 Douchebag!
Harper locked eyes with him, her voice almost pleading. "Francis, do you really have to make this so hard? You know I don't have that kind of money."
He could easily cut ties with her, so why was he holding on?
Francis felt a sharp pain from his wound, his breath hitching. His eyes were cold and dark as he gritted his teeth. "You don't have the money? Then sell yourself to me to pay off the debt!"
He was furious. He thought their recent closeness would bring them together again, but it only drove them further apart. She had made it clear she didn't want much to do with him.
His harsh words shattered Harper's last defense. Swallowing her tears, she gritted her teeth. "Francis, does humiliating me make you happy? You just got stabbed. I'll give it back to you!"
Like a madwoman, she grabbed the fruit knife from the bedside and aimed it at her chest.
"Stop!"
Francis's eyes were sharp as he grabbed her wrist, twisting it hard. The knife clattered to the floor.
Under his strong pull, Harper fell onto the hospital bed, landing on his legs. He furrowed his brows, gasping in pain. "Stabbing yourself would be like stabbing on me."
Her back pressed tightly against him, her face buried in the white sheets. She didn't answer, but her shoulders trembled violently.
Francis looked at her, his voice hoarse and emotionless. "Do you hate me that much? I'll give you my life, will that do?"
What he wanted to say was, "I'll give you my life in exchange for your forgiveness. Will that do?" But he couldn't say it out loud when she wouldn't even look at him.
Harper felt like she was going crazy. She couldn't take it anymore.
She raised her head to meet his eyes. "You're already engaged, and you want me to stay here. What does that make me?"
Francis was stunned, his grip loosening slightly.
Harper stared at him, her voice firm. "Francis, it's not that I'm ungrateful. I came to see you yesterday, but your bodyguards blocked me. I waited for half a day, only for your father to tell me I wasn't welcome here. He asked if I was planning to be your mistress! For your information, I will never be someone's mistress."
After saying this, she couldn't hold back anymore. Her tears, like broken pearls, flowed continuously.
Choking up, she said, "Francis, I'll always be grateful for you saving me, but you're engaged now, and I've made myself clear. So, can you please let me go?"
Francis watched as tears streamed from her clear, bright eyes, his heart aching deeply, feeling as if he had been struck. His heart throbbed with intensified pain.
He pulled her to sit down, wiped away her tears, and said seriously, "Harper, I didn't know, really."
Francis gently held her hand, not letting her pull away. "I misspoke because I felt you didn't care about me at all. I was too angry. I apologize. As for my father's words, I didn't know about what he told you. Don't worry; I'll make sure no one says that to you ever again."
Harper's nose stung, and the tears she had just wiped away started to flow again. This series of grievances left her speechless and drove her nearly insane.
She didn't want to cry as it was too embarrassing, so she lowered her head slightly and said, "Now that you know, please let me go. It's not that I don't care about you. I'll pray to God for your safety every day after I leave, okay?"
Francis felt both heartache and amusement. Harper suddenly looked up and glared at him. Her tension made Francis's eyes light up.
He tightened his grip on her hand and said, "If you care about me, stay by my side. It's not that I don't have anyone to take care of me, but with you here, I'll recover faster."
"No." Harper turned her face away. "If you could understand me, you wouldn't make such a request. I don't want people to point fingers at me or say I'm your mistress."
"You're not." Francis turned Harper's face towards him, looking at her seriously. "I'm not engaged. It's all their wishful thinking. I've made it clear to the Sullivan family!"
Harper's eyes widened, filled with an indescribable emotion. They weren't engaged! It was all Ryan's self-directed act, and she had been deceived.
But the next second, she remembered what had happened in the tent, and a disgusting feeling rolled back. She looked at him coldly and asked, "So you don't plan to take responsibility for Miss Sullivan?"
Francis frowned. "Why should I take responsibility for her?"
His indifferent attitude made Harper especially angry. She fiercely shook off his hand, glared at him, and said, "Jerk!"
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