Chapter 229 You Better Stay Away From Me
"No way," Harper tried to comfort him.
"But what if..." Keith trailed off, his handsome face half-lit, looking worn out. "Would you stay with me forever?"
Harper hadn't thought that far ahead. His sudden question left her stunned.
Her hesitation made Keith visibly upset. He grabbed her other hand tightly.
Harper's breath hitched, her eyes wide as she looked at him.
"Remember what you said," Keith whispered.
Harper was taken aback, feeling like she didn't recognize him in that moment.
Suddenly, there was a screech.
The car came to an abrupt stop.
The door was yanked open.
Francis stood there, his deep eyes fixed on their clasped hands, and he sneered.
The disgust in his eyes made Harper feel exposed.
"Get out," Francis ordered coldly.
Harper instinctively tried to pull her hands back, but Keith held on tight, making it impossible.
Keith looked at Francis calmly. "Mr. Getty, sorry, but we have a flight to catch."
Francis's gaze was icy as he dismissed Keith with disdain and forcefully pulled Harper out of the car.
Keith didn't let go, making Harper feel like she was being torn in two. She winced and cried out, "It hurts."
Francis loosened his grip, and Keith let go too.
Seeing this, Francis picked her up and carried her to his car.
Keith called out, "Harper, I'll wait for you."
Harper snapped back to reality. They had a flight to catch. What was Francis doing?
She struggled, her face cold. "Francis, put me down."
He ignored her, throwing her into the back seat and pinning her down with both hands.
"What, are you planning to elope with him?"
Harper lowered her eyes. "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Francis's eyes darkened. "Just because we're divorced, you think you can do whatever you want and I can't control you?"
Francis was fuming. She wanted to go abroad with another man for treatment without a word. What made her leave with Keith?
That day in the elevator, he had signaled Audrey to explain things to her, but she was eager to sever ties.
She had said they had nothing to do with each other.
When he heard that, he was so angry he almost had a stroke, but he held it in.
While he was dealing with company matters, she was tirelessly taking care of another man, and he held it in again.
And now, she was about to leave with another man.
How could he hold it in?
Francis grabbed her chin, jerking her head to look at him, his tone urgent and heavy. "If you want to leave with him, why did you come to me and kiss me? Are you born to be this cheap?"
Harper's eyes widened, unable to believe what he was saying.
Her face turned pale.
Francis regretted his words as soon as he said them. He was just furious.
"You're right," Harper blurted out, her eyes red. "I am cheap!"
She was so cheap as to fall in love with him again.
She was so cheap as to care so much that she wouldn't like to hold him back.
She felt extremely tired and didn't want to argue with him anymore. "Let me go. I'm missing my flight."
Hearing her eagerness, Francis lost it, his handsome face contorting.
He suddenly kissed her, hard.
Harper felt a sharp pain as he bit her neck roughly.
He had just called her cheap, and now, what was he doing?
Feeling wronged, she pushed him hard. "You bastard, let go of me!"
He kept kissing her madly, leaving marks all over her neck and chest. Then he pulled back and mocked, "Save your reserved look. Didn't you used to love my ferocious kisses?"
"We're not in a relationship where we can be this intimate anymore."
Harper bit her lip, holding back tears, not wanting to show weakness.
He grabbed her chin, his voice harsh. "I'll ask you one last time. Are you really leaving with him?"
Harper replied, "Yes, Keith saved me; I have to leave with him."
"He saved you, didn't I save you too?" Francis snapped. "You want to repay him by leaving with him; what are you planning to give me?"
Harper's heart ached. "I'm grateful to you, but please don't interfere in my life anymore."
That way, she wouldn't have to face Abigail's accusations. As Abigail said, she couldn't help him at all, so she might as well stay away from him.
For the first time, Francis felt heartbroken. His eyes darkened. "I don't want words about thank you; I want something real."
"What do you want to do..."
Harper's eyes widened as she felt him unbuttoning her pants, a chill seeping in.
"You bastard! We have nothing to do with each other now! You can't do this to me!"
Francis's eyes were fierce, his body pressing down. "I don't need you to tell me what I can or can't do!"
Harper couldn't hold back anymore, tears streaming down her face. "Francis, you can't force me. There are plenty of women willing to sleep with you, but I'm not one of them."
Her delicate face was covered in tears, full of resistance and unwillingness.
Francis's heart felt like it had been hit by a meteor.
Suddenly, he found it all meaningless.
He was offering his true heart, only to be degraded by her.
He suddenly got up, his lips cold. "Get out."
Harper, her face full of tears, adjusted her clothes and got out of the car without a word.
Outside the car, Keith was sitting in a wheelchair, quietly watching the commotion inside.
His expression was indifferent, but inside, he was already filled with anger.
After getting out of the car, Harper saw Keith had been pushed over by the butler and was slightly shocked.
She was just about to speak when Keith said gently, "It's windy outside. Let's get in the car."
Harper couldn't stand it anymore, her shame telling her to hide, and she turned to get into the car.
Francis's clothes were also disheveled, with glaring scratches on his neck, showing how intense it had been.
He slowly adjusted his collar but didn't close the car door, letting Keith see the mess inside.
Unexpectedly, Keith chuckled lightly. "Mr. Getty, I understand you. When I first made love to her, I couldn't help myself either."
He said it in a particularly flippant manner.
Francis's eyes turned cold. "What did you say?"
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