Chapter 208 Drunk
Harper was terrified, her face buried tightly in his neck.
Outside the door was a janitor. Thinking that no one would be using the elevator this late, she lazily pressed the VIP elevator button.
Seeing them, the janitor was so scared that he repeated saying sorry.
Francis's eyes darkened slightly, but he said nothing and closed the elevator.
At this moment, Harper was half sobered up from her drunkenness.
She was still thinking about what she had just done.
However, she knew this position was too stimulating and too embarrassing.
After Francis carried her to the hospital room, Harper pretended to sleep.
But it didn't work; Francis shook her. "You need to take a bath."
She kept her eyes tightly shut, and stayed still, thinking it would be fine to pass out like this.
And for a while, he stopped.
Just as she was feeling pleased, Francis returned, picked her up from the sofa, placed her in the warm water, and helped her wash up.
The trembling of her body made Harper fail to pretend any longer.
She opened her sleepy eyes, shrank back a bit, and said in a voice full of timidity, "I'll do it myself."
In the warm yellow light, Francis's gaze was fixed on her face.
Then, in a hoarse voice, he said to her, "You're tired; let me do it."
Harper shook her head, her face red and on the verge of tears, "I'm not tired."
She just wanted him to leave; she wouldn't admit that her waist was extremely sore from what they had done in the car.
Francis stared at her, and said in a hoarse voice, "You're not tired?"
Harper vehemently denied, "No."
Her long hair was wet, and her beautiful face was still flushed from their lovemaking, looking like a silent invitation, incredibly tempting.
"Okay. Since you are not tired..."
He leaned over, trapping her hands in a position of absolute control.
The rest of his words were expressed through his actions.
The water in the bathtub splashed everywhere.
Until the water became a bit cold, he reached out and pressed the switch, refilling it with warm water again.
All night long.
Every corner of the hospital room was stained with traces of their lovemaking.
In the end, Harper let him carry her to wash as she was exhausted after sex.
The next day, Harper only woke up in the afternoon.
Her body felt like it had been taken apart and reassembled, and the fatigue was more exhausting than staying up several nights.
She tried to get up, but her sore body told her not to struggle!
She was alone in her bed, but the kiss marks all over her body, and the sound of water in the bathroom told her that a man had been there all night.
Harper was helpless, with only one thought in her mind!
Was her fruit wine actually whiskey?
She was so drunk!
With a muddled mind, Harper didn't know what to do for a moment.
Lifting her sore arm, she saw that it was covered in marks from their lovemaking.
She lifted the blanket, and her legs had them too.
After seeing this, Harper felt her mind go blank. She was both ashamed and a bit resentful that Francis had been too rough, so she thought to leave.
She couldn't wait another minute!
Dragging her sore body, she got up but couldn't find her clothes anywhere. After searching around, she found several large bags on the cabinet by the door.
Inside was a complete set of clothes, very comprehensive.
The size was right, so it must have been bought for her.
Blushing, Harper quietly put them on, grabbed her bag, and placed her hand on the doorknob, opening the door like a thief.
"Where are you going?" Francis's deep, magnetic voice sounded behind her.
Instantly, Harper's scalp tingled, and she had only one thought in her mind. 'Run!'
She didn't respond.
She pulled the door open, ready to run.
The door was kicked shut by Francis, who then pinned her down, his gaze deep.
"Do you think you can just sneak away like this?"
Harper forced herself to stay calm. "No, I have a class today."
Francis pressed her head down. "Wait, I'll give you a ride."
Harper didn't want him to take her there at all and found an excuse. "No, you won't. Your body..."
Before she could finish, Francis had already leaned down very close and said in a hoarse voice, "One night isn't enough for you?"
Harper's face instantly turned bright red.
Francis rubbed her full earlobe, his beautiful eyes darkening for a second. "I didn't realize you grow more needy. When I'm fully recovered..."
His last sentence carried a hint of gentle persuasion.
Harper's heart trembled. She was unable to listen to him anymore, and interrupted him.
"Get dressed!"
Francis obediently went to get dressed, but the next second, the door made a sound, and Harper quickly slipped away.
By the time Francis was dressed, she had already run off, leaving him with no choice but to smile wryly.
There was actually no class in the afternoon, but Harper's mind was too chaotic now.
She went home, took a shower, and lay in bed for a long time before daring to look at her phone.
Francis had called her and sent a text message.
[You crafty rabbit; it seems your body's alright.]
Harper blushed and scrolled to the next message.
[Come over tonight; I want to have your oatmeal.]
She pondered for a while and then got up.
Some things couldn't be solved by running away; she had to give him a proper explanation that she was just drunk last night.
It was not her fault for what they had done last night.
Yes! That's right! She was drunk!
There would definitely be no next time!
After thinking of an excuse, she went to the supermarket, carefully prepared the ingredients for oatmeal, and then started cooking.
After it was ready, Harper carried the thermos and took a cab to the hospital.
As a result, as soon as she arrived at the hospital entrance, she ran into Abigail, who seemed to be going to see Francis as well. Seeing Harper, Abigail spoke first.
"Harper, do you feel like a conversation with me?"
Harper felt a tightness in her heart.
Abigail's tone sounded polite. It was clear that she had reassessed their relationship.
Quickly, she returned to normal and said with a smile, "Sure."
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