Chapter 196 Answer Me
Harper was fuming.
She wasn't upset on behalf of Lily; she was furious at Francis for sleeping around without taking any responsibility..
He really was an irresponsible douchebag!
The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. She wanted to get up and get water.
But before she could steady herself, Francis's long, strong arm reached over, wrapped around her slim waist, and pulled her back.
Harper fell back onto the edge of the bed, his firm arm tightening around her waist.
She was practically enveloped in his embrace, in a very suggestive position.
"Francis!" Harper shouted angrily, trying to get up from the bed. Mindful of his injury, she didn't dare make any big movements and could only turn her head to glare at him.
"I'm here." Francis looked at her, his eyes twinkling with a hint of amusement, deep as the stars.
"Let me go." Harper tried to pry his arm off, but it was like welded iron.
He didn't use much force, but his long arm easily hooked her chin, pulling her closer. "Tell me, what do you mean?"
Harper pursed her lips. "You didn't plan to get engaged to Miss Sullivan, yet you still... you're a douchebag!"
Harper felt contempt for him; he was an utter playboy who played with women's heart.!
Francis frowned. "What did I do with her?"
Harper mumbled, "You..."
"Say it; what do you mean?"
Harper's face turned redder than a ripe tomato.
She turned her face away, gritting her teeth. "You're doing this on purpose!"
Francis chuckled lowly, not teasing her anymore, and explained seriously, "I didn't have sex with her. What makes you come to that conclusion?"
Harper blinked, a bit stunned. "You didn't?"
Francis nodded. "No."
He took her hand, his voice hoarse, "If you don't believe me, you can check."
Their fingertips touched.
Harper pulled away as if burned. "You're sick."
Francis raised an eyebrow, "Yes, if I weren't sick, I wouldn't be here reasoning with you."
He pointed to the white sheets beneath him, implying, "I can be pinning you down here, you know?"
Harper's ears turned red.
Could he think of anything other than sex?
Francis squeezed her palm. "Come on, tell me, why did you think I had sex with her?"
Harper answered honestly, "I heard it outside the tent that night, and she was calling your name."
Francis couldn't help but pinch her nose, shaking it slightly. "She called my name, and you believed it!"
Francis said, "I wasn't in the tent that night; the one next to you was my tent."
Harper was confused. "Next to me?"
Harper frowned, puzzled. "Wasn't the tent next to me the cargo guy's?"
"I swapped with him," Francis said.
Harper found it interesting. If it wasn't Francis in Lily's tent, then who could it be?
It could only be Noah.
Francis saw her confusion and explained, "Maybe they both got drunk that night."
Harper's mind was still reeling, utterly shocked.
Noah was just in high school, wasn't he?
Although he was of age, in her eyes, he was still a kid.
His immaturity and impulsiveness made it hard for her to see him as an adult.
"You still don't believe me?" Francis lifted her hand, gently kissing her plump fingertip.
Then, with a dangerous curve to his lips, he said, "Seems like my kissing skills have regressed, making you unable to feel how much I want to—"
Fuck you.
Francis didn't finish the sentence.
He was afraid of scaring her.
Harper was indeed very nervous, her body leaning away, afraid he might make another move.
Francis's face darkened slightly, pulling her back by the waist.
"Don't move." Francis cupped her face, making her look at him. His deep eyes fixed on her. "I've explained everything. Now it's your turn, isn't it?"
"Me? What?" Harper's heart raced.
"I just have one question. You and Keith—" Francis paused as if the words were bitter and hard to say.
After a moment, he asked with difficulty, "Are you two together?"
Harper's eyes flickered, avoiding his gaze. "That's not important."
Francis pressed his knuckles against her jaw, lifting her face, not allowing her to look away.
Their eyes met, and he stared at her. "Tell me, it's very important to me."
Though he appeared calm, his heart was in turmoil.
This would determine his next move to win her back.
From his investigation, they hadn't spent another night together since that one time.
This indicated a big deal.
He knew Harper's body's allure too well; once experienced, it would always draw any man back.
He didn't believe any man could resist.
Unless that man was impotent.
Under the warm yellowish light of the hospital bed, Francis's features were even more refined and three-dimensional. His long, dark eyelashes cast shadows, making him look incredibly handsome.
Harper gulped, not swayed by his looks, and changed the subject as she said, "That's not your business; I refuse to answer."
Her refusal filled Francis with inexplicable joy.
He knew Harper too well.
When she wanted to lie, she would divert her gaze, change the subject, and avoid the question.
"Nothing, right?" Francis pressed his forehead against hers, their noses lightly touching. "There's nothing between you, right?"
Harper pushed his arm. "That's none of your business."
The more she acted like this, the more she seemed like a lying child.
Francis's brows furrowed tightly as he was afraid he might laugh out the next second.
He held her hand, placing it on his wound, his tone carrying a hint of humble pleading.
"Harper, don't lie to me. It hurts so much here. Can't you feel sorry for me?"
Harper kept a stern face, firmly denying, "I'm not lying to you."
"I don't believe you," Francis firmly denied it.
"Whether you believe it or not is none of my business," Harper said calmly, then shook her wrist. "Let me go."
"I won't," Francis replied.
Harper's anger flared, and she pushed him hard, getting up.
Francis leaned against the edge of the bedside table, groaning.
Harper froze; she hadn't used much force.
But the cold sweat on Francis's forehead and his pale face didn't look like he was fine.
She panicked.
Even if she hadn't pushed him that hard, Francis was still a patient.
Seeing the fine sweat on his forehead increasing, Harper's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly reached out to press the call button.
Francis grabbed her hand. "Answer me!"
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