Chapter 197 She Only Got Three Months Left!
Harper was instantly annoyed. He got stabbed, yet that was what he cared about?
"Harper." He grabbed her hand, his face pale, in pain but unwilling to let go.
Seeing him like this, Harper felt a mix of emotions.
'Does it really matter if this is true or not?' she pondered.
After all, they had nothing to do with each other anymore.
Finally, she couldn't bear it and slowly said, "No."
Before she could finish, he gently pulled her over, and she fell into his arms.
Her lips were immediately kissed.
Francis's beautiful, slender fingers lifted her chin, and his tongue invaded her mouth, stirring with hers.
It made her body tremble.
Harper's legs went weak from the kiss, and she couldn't help but feel a bit ashamed.
But she still remembered his injury, so she placed both hands on his shoulders, trying not to touch the wound.
This action brought them even closer.
Francis knew his limits and let go of her just before Harper couldn't take it anymore.
Harper was both angry and annoyed. If he hadn't been stabbed, she would have slapped him by now.
She tried to pull her hand back forcefully, but the man held it tightly.
"Francis!" Harper felt like she had fallen into a trap.
"You promised me. Are you trying to go back on your word?"
"Yes, I regret it," Francis answered straightforwardly, without a hint of apology, as if it was Harper who had broken the promise.
"You!" Harper was furious.
Francis's eyes were deep and unreadable as he stared at her. "If you're not convinced, you can conquer me in bed!"
Harper was almost shocked, speechless.
He spoke in a deep, tempting voice. "That night, we made love three times. Now you can take me double, and I'll comply with your requests. How about that?"
Seeing Harper not respond, Francis seriously analyzed, "It's a good deal."
Harper was exasperated.
She had never met anyone who could be so shameless and yet so righteous about it.
Only he could say such outrageous things with a straight face.
She frowned. "What exactly do you want?"
"I want to get to know you again." Francis's beautiful, sparkling eyes gazed deeply at her.
Suddenly, Harper's heart skipped a beat.
Francis's eyes smiled. "I want to get to know who you are now."
He didn't say to start over.
He wanted to get to know the current Harper with a new him.
He believed only when they let go of the past could they be together without barriers.
Harper felt uneasy. Some wounds had already been inflicted, and ignoring them wouldn't make them go away.
She couldn't untie the knot in her heart that easily.
Harper shook her head. "I think what's between us now is fine."
Their relationship couldn't go any further.
She was afraid of getting hurt again.
Francis knew it would be challenging for her to accept, so he didn't rush it.
"I'm not forcing you to accept it right away, but I have one request."
Harper looked at him, and he said, "Don't hide from me anymore."
His deep, charming eyes made Harper lower her head. "If you don't want me to, then don't force me to do what I don't want to."
"Okay." Francis agreed readily.
He had many ways to force her, but he didn't want to hurt her anymore, not even a little.
Francis patted the bed. "It's late. Come up and sleep."
Harper shook her head. "No need. I'll sit here, and if I get tired, I'll lean over."
She was actually wondering why this VIP room, which cost tens of thousands of dollars a night, didn't even have a companion bed.
She had just asked the nurse, and it turned out that, unlike public hospitals, they didn't rent out chair beds.
Harper complained that private hospitals were indeed kind-hearted, never exploiting people with low incomes.
She sat, and Francis sat with her, awake.
Actually, his wound needed him to lie still.
Harper urged him to fall asleep, but he wouldn't, tapping away on his keyboard to work.
Harper knew what he was up to. If she didn't sleep, he wouldn't either.
But she played dumb, fiddling with her phone to kill time.
Harper looked up and saw sweat on Francis's forehead. He'd been sitting too long.
Her heart softened again.
Sometimes, Harper really hated how soft-hearted she was.
She sighed. "If I get on the bed, will you sleep?"
Francis flashed a charming smile. "Yes, I'll sleep with you."
Harper got up, grabbed a blanket from the closet, and spread it out.
"Let's be clear. We each get our blanket, and you can't cross the line."
Francis regretted not asking the nurse to take the bedding away too. Too late now.
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Molly walked out of the hospital, feeling completely drained.
Her test results were out.
It was cancer.
Mid to late stages. She needed surgery ASAP, or she had at most three months left.
She held the test report, the numbers showing her stomach was riddled with holes.
But that wasn't the worst part.
She had another report in her hand. She was pregnant.
Two months along.
During this time, when Robert forced her into sex, she bled several times, so she always thought her period was normal.
She never thought she could be pregnant.
Robert wasn't a man who liked to be tied down, but she had been taking birth control pills every time. She didn't expect to get pregnant under these circumstances.
The doctor's words still echoed in her ears. "You need to have an abortion as soon as possible, and then you can have surgery on your stomach."
Molly bit her dry lips and made a decision.
She could have the abortion now, but the stomach cancer surgery would have to wait.
Right now, Koch Group was at a critical moment, and the business deals she had fought for were proceeding smoothly.
The company was finally seeing some improvement, and she couldn't afford to be sick.
Her parents were still bedridden, and the family relied on her now.
She tore up the test report and threw it in the trash, turning around and getting into the car without looking back.
She took a while to gather her emotions, her fingers still trembling, making it impossible to drive.
She decided not to drive and took out her phone to call her assistant to drive for her.
But her assistant called her first.
She answered, and her assistant's panicked voice came through. "Molly, something's wrong! There are problems with the orders from the companies you contacted!"
"What?" Molly panicked as well.
The assistant sobbed, "They said our products don't meet the requirements and rejected all of them."
Molly gasped, "How could they not meet the requirements?"
She had personally confirmed that the samples were fine and had overseen every step.
This was the Koch family's hope; how could she be careless and make such a stupid mistake?
Molly couldn't think about anything else and left the car to take a cab back to the company. The products were piled up like a mountain in the company.
Molly called each company, but all she got were perfunctory responses.
They said the products didn't meet the requirements but didn't specify why.
Finally, Eric from the last company gave her a kind reminder.
"Ms. Koch, maybe you accidentally offended someone."
Molly thought for a while and realized that besides Robert, she didn't seem to have any other enemies!
With trembling hands, she called Robert and asked, "Mr. Perot, where are you?"
There was much noise on the other end, which sounded very lively.
Robert's voice came through the phone, cold and unfeeling. "I'm busy today!"
Her call was hung up.
Molly immediately contacted an acquaintance at Robert's company and asked where he was.
The person revealed, "Today is Ms. Cane's birthday, and Mr. Perot is hosting a birthday party for her on a private yacht."
Molly hung up and rushed to the dock.
Tomorrow was her loan repayment day with the bank. The 80 million dollars in loans were enough to crush the Koch family, which was still in an economic crisis.
She couldn't afford a day.
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