Chapter 206 Is He Your Boyfriend?
Harper's breath hitched at the sight.
Francis, feeling better, had swapped his hospital gown for a shirt today.
He always cared about his looks, and Harper had to admit, he looked best in shirts.
Now his firm pecs stretched the white fabric tight.
It was incredibly sexy.
Especially when he held her face—was he going to kiss her?
She closed her eyes, too nervous to look.
Suddenly, Francis chuckled softly. "Why are you closing your eyes?"
Harper opened them to see him pinching her cheek, looking serious.
"I wanted to apologize."
"Apologize?" Harper was puzzled.
"I'm sorry for making you feel bad."
Francis's eyes were deep and sincere.
He was apologizing for Ryan.
Even though she felt vindicated earlier, Ryan's insults had genuinely hurt her.
Now that Francis had stood up for her and apologized, she felt a lot better.
Francis cupped her face again, gazing at her. "Can we continue now?"
Harper's heart raced. "Continue what?"
Francis nudged her with his leg, reminding her, "Close your eyes."
She had misunderstood his intention once, and now she felt especially embarrassed.
She pouted to cover it up. "My eyes hurt, that's all."
Saying this, she tried to get off him. "I have a meeting at the company today."
Francis knew she didn't want to admit it, so he played along.
At least she wasn't as resistant to him anymore.
"Okay, I'll let you go, but..." Francis paused, brushing a stray hair behind her ear. "If you ever feel wronged, you have to tell me, okay?"
Maybe it was because of his illness, his voice was slightly hoarse, sounding very affectionate.
Harper's heart pounded.
She was silent for a long time, then said, "I have to go; I'm late."
Francis seemed disappointed but let her go without a word.
Harper didn't dare look at him again, grabbed her bag, and hurried out.
She knew what he wanted to hear, but she couldn't immediately go back to relying on him like before.
If she went through it again, she might collapse for good.
She arrived at the company and had a half-day meeting in the afternoon.
In the monthly evaluation, Harper's students' scores had increased by 30%, and she had only been teaching them for less than half a month. This was a huge improvement.
Thanks to the personalized study plans Harper had created, different students could accept different learning modes. Since the effort the teacher had put in was considerable, the students gained twice the result with half their effort.
During the meeting, the boss played a recording of a parent calling to thank Harper and awarded her a $1,000 monthly bonus.
With the bonus, Harper felt emotional. The book she was translating for Keith was almost finished.
She could repay Molly with the money, and she could still save it to study abroad. Her hand rehabilitation was also going smoothly.
Everything was moving in a good direction.
The company held a dinner party in the evening, and Harper, as one of the awardees, had no excuse but to attend.
After thinking for a while, she sent a message to Francis.
[We are having a dinner party; I won't be coming over tonight.]
Francis quickly replied.
[Where are you having dinner?]
Harper thought he was just bored in the hospital and told him the name of the restaurant.
During the dinner, Harper's colleagues congratulated her and insisted on having a drink with her. She couldn't refuse and ended up sipping some low-alcohol fruit wine.
Harper knew her limits with alcohol, so she was usually cautious. But tonight, she was genuinely happy.
As a result, Harper accidentally drank too much.
After dinner, a colleague offered her a ride. Harper wanted to refuse, but her other colleagues insisted, practically pushing her into the car.
She almost fell, but the colleague caught her by the arms.
Harper steadied herself, took a step back, and said, "Thank you."
The male colleague blushed.
Another colleague laughed, "Mr. Moore, you'll never get a girl like this. Be a man!"
Encouraged by everyone, Mr. Moore mustered up the courage and said, "Ms. Sackler, this is the first time you've spoken to me. Can I get to know you?"
From the first day Harper had arrived, Josh Moore's eyes had only been on her.
He had never seen a woman so beautiful. She was like spring flowers, summer rain, autumn leaves, and winter snow. Gorgeous in all seasons.
Moreover, she was also very hardworking.
Harper looked up and saw the man in front of her. He was her colleague, quite handsome, with a youthful vibe. She might have smiled politely at him before, but she didn't have much of an impression.
But she was still very polite, smiling and extending her hand. "Of course."
Josh was extremely excited, his hand trembling for a long time.
The other colleagues were so anxious they would have pushed his hand over.
Just as Josh was about to extend his hand, another man grasped Harper's hand and then lowered it.
Harper still had a smile on her face. When she looked up, she saw Francis's handsome face and deep eyes. The alcohol made her a bit dazed.
She stared for a while, and Francis also stared at her, his eyes like a flowing galaxy, making Harper unable to move.
She even felt inexplicably guilty, but she hadn't done anything.
The colleagues around looked at Francis and then at Harper, surprised. "Ms. Sackler, is he your boyfriend?"
Harper was about to shake her head when Francis's hands gripped her head. He politely said to her colleagues, "Sorry, everyone. I'm taking my darling home."
The colleagues' eyes sparkled, and they whispered to Harper, "Is your boyfriend a celebrity? He's so handsome. My God, but I haven't seen him on TV."
Harper was helpless.
Francis nodded politely, said goodbye to the colleagues, and pulled her away.
He was wearing a khaki trench coat, with broad shoulders and long legs, and he directly wrapped her in his arms and took her to the car.
Then, without caring that there was a driver in the front, he pulled her onto his lap and held her tightly.
Harper immediately resisted, raising her arm to push him.
"Don't move." Francis held her waist, his voice a bit hoarse.
Harper was not used to sitting on his lap, facing him, and being stared at by such deep eyes. It was really unbearable.
"Put me down," she said.
Francis lifted his eyelids to look at her, his voice deep as he said, "If I hadn't been here, would you have left in that stranger's car?"
She corrected, "He's my colleague, not a stranger. His name is Josh."
"You even know his name." Francis's voice was very deep, with a hint of danger.
But Harper was emboldened by the alcohol.
She even rolled her eyes at him and said, "Of course, I have a good memory. Why did you stop me just now? He seemed to be about to confess... mmph..."
A figure suddenly pressed down on her.
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