Chapter 210 It's How I Feel
Harper was floored when she heard him say that, her mind a whirlwind.
She stood there, stunned. Francis pulled out a ring and said, "This ring was my grandmother's. My grandparents were in love their whole lives. I never really explained how much this ring means to me."
Then he produced a pink diamond ring, the size of a pigeon egg, and without a word, slipped both rings onto Harper's hand.
"This ring is custom-made. I waited a long time for it. Let's get remarried."
His tone was firm, leaving no room for argument, cutting off anything Harper wanted to say.
He seemed desperate to hold on to something.
Harper looked at the rings on her hand, swallowing hard after a long silence.
It was all too late.
She no longer had the confidence or courage to go back with him.
A love that no one blessed might be wrong from the start.
She took off the rings and handed them back to Francis, calmly saying, "Francis, I thought I made it very clear."
Francis's face turned cold as he looked at the rings but didn't take them. "What do you mean?"
"Last night was just an accident. I don't want to be involved with you anymore."
Francis sneered, "Accident? Did you forget how proactive you were last night, and how into it you were? Now you're telling me that the times I've let you come last night were all accidents?"
Harper's thoughts raced at his remark, and she nervously nibbled her lip before asserting, "I was simply intoxicated."
Gathering her resolve, she retorted, "Even if it hadn't been you last night but someone else, my response would have been identical. I'm a grown woman; possessing physical desires is natural, not something to be ashamed of."
Francis winced at her words, a sneer escaping him as he loomed closer. "You called my name last night. Do you honestly expect me to believe that excuse?"
Harper felt uncomfortable with his closeness and took a step back. "Francis, quit being unreasonable. I admit you're good in bed and can please women, but I can't be with you. I don't like you anymore, not even a bit. It's over, okay?"
"Unreasonable?" Francis was so angry at her words that he snapped, "Yet you're still willing to have sex with me!"
Harper repeated, "We're both adults. We had sex. What does that define?"
Francis didn't say anything, staring intently at the rings.
After a while, he said, "You really don't want them?"
Harper affirmed with a nod, and in the blink of an eye, her hand was left bare. Both rings soared through the air before vanishing into the unknown.
A lump lodged in Harper's throat. "Francis, what are you doing?"
Francis's expression soured. "If you don't want them, it's not your concern."
Harper cast her gaze downward, bewildered by Francis's actions. Millions of dollars in diamond rings, tossed away without a second thought.
In a moment of eerie quiet, Francis abruptly hoisted her up and firmly deposited her on the sofa, subduing her struggles.
Panicked, Harper demanded, "What the hell are you doing?"
Francis coldly tugged at her collar. "You said sex doesn't define a relationship, right? Let's test that theory."
Even as he spoke, his hands swiftly ripped open her shirt.
Reacting impulsively, Harper slapped him across the face. "Hands off! If I'm not into it, it's rape, got it?"
A cold, mocking grin twisted Francis's lips. "When you were begging for it last night, rape didn't cross your mind, did it? I'm not doing this for free. You wanted satisfaction then; now it's my turn. Fair's fair, right?"
Harper shot him a fierce glare. "That's absurd. Last night was consensual!"
Francis locked eyes with her, the remnants of their previous intimacy evident on his neck, his gaze darkening. "If it was consensual then, why not repeat it now?"
Harper turned away. "Absolutely not. I won't go there again with you. We're done."
Francis held her firmly, lifting her chin to meet his gaze. "Harper, don't play games. Your desire was real last night. You still want me, don't you?"
"Francis, you're good in bed, but that pleasure can come from a top-tier toy too."
Ignoring his visibly darkening demeanor, Harper pressed on. "I've cut ties with you, and I'm sticking to it. This is pointless. Have some self-respect."
She had promised Abigail, and she wouldn't back down. She had to make Francis give up. She knew he wouldn't allow anyone to hurt his pride.
Harper clenched her fists, dispelling the inexplicable heartache. "Francis, I'm not the only woman in the world. Don't do this; it makes me look down on you."
His expression turned dark and ugly in an instant, but the pain in his eyes was undeniable.
He stared at her and articulated, "Is that truly how you feel?"
Harper hesitated for half a second before speaking, "Yes, it's how I feel. From now on, let's be strangers and cut off."
"Strangers?"
Francis lowered his eyes. Her words tore his heart into pieces.
Harper's face was calm, showing no emotion, but her hands, hidden beneath, were clenched so tightly that they turned purple.
What she thought would be easy to say turned out to be so painful. It felt like someone was tearing at her heart. It was excruciating.
Francis eventually left without a word.
Harper searched downstairs for a long time and finally found the two rings under a tree.
Back in her room, she put the rings on her hand. They were her size, fit perfectly, and looked beautiful. So beautiful that they made her cry.
Harper didn't know what to do with the rings, so she carefully put them away.
At the hospital, Molly woke up to find she had slept for two whole days. Her phone had fallen into the river, and she had no idea about the company's situation, which made her anxious.
Needing to reach someone, she summoned a nurse to borrow a phone.
Soon the door creaked open, revealing not a nurse but Quinn, elegantly clad in fur.
With a frigid stare, Molly questioned, "What are you doing here?"
Quinn's captivating gaze sparkled with amusement. "I'm here to pay you a visit."
Molly felt a wave of puzzlement. Quinn typically eyed her as though she was a delectable treat. Why the sudden joy? Perhaps Robert was recovering well, explaining Quinn's buoyant mood.
Reluctant to engage with Quinn, Molly averted her gaze and persisted with the call button, yet it went unanswered.
Quinn laughed, "Don't bother. My bodyguards are outside. No one can come in. You want a nurse to find out about Koch Group's situation, right?"
Meeting Quinn's gaze coldly, Molly demanded, "Just spill it. What do you know?"
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