Chapter 261 Could He Have Found Out?
After Keith was diagnosed with a coma, his assistant read his will at the hospital. Addison almost fainted from crying.
Harper was stunned. Keith had left everything to her?
How could this happen?
Francis's eyes darkened. "Care to explain?"
Harper opened her mouth but had no words. How could she explain what she didn't understand?
Francis's gaze was cold and intense.
Keith was a jerk, but he had set things up well for her child.
It felt like her heart was being torn apart.
Francis grabbed Harper's jaw, his eyes like knives. "Explain!"
It hurt so much!
Harper's eyes filled with tears. "What?"
"Weren't you explaining? Keep going," Francis demanded.
Harper couldn't explain. She didn't understand it herself.
Seeing her silence, Francis got more irritated. He forgot his plan to stay calm and said sarcastically, "Harper, are you happy seducing me while hooking up with another man?"
Harper's eyes reddened. "When did I ever seduce you?"
Francis's eyes darkened more. "Remember the ward? I wasn't going to bother with you. What did you do then?"
"I..." Harper was speechless.
"Let me answer for you." Thinking of that time and Keith, Francis's mind got muddled. "You were born to be a slut!"
"You!" Harper wanted to scream.
This guy was a colossal jerk!
Harper felt so wronged she was about to explode.
She had never thought her one act of initiative would get her called a slut by Francis.
It was humiliating. How could a man be like this?
Harper turned away, feeling suffocated and distressed, not wanting to say a word.
But Francis wasn't done. He turned her face back, staring at her. "One last time. Do you have anything to tell me?"
Harper found it strange. He'd asked this before. Did he think she was hiding something?
Other than the child, she hadn't hidden anything.
Could Francis know about the child?
But Francis was terrifying now. If he knew, would he make her get rid of it?
She had no family left. The child was her only hope. She couldn't risk it with a man so unstable.
As long as she stayed quiet, Francis had no reason to force her to abort.
Harper's thoughts showed in her eyes.
Clearly afraid, she stubbornly bit her lip, refusing to speak.
This stubbornness made Francis even angrier.
He kissed her roughly.
Francis restrained Harper's flailing hands, his actions rough.
His tongue thrust into her throat, making Harper feel like she was going crazy.
The fear from that night resurfaced.
Taking advantage of a momentary release, she gasped, "Francis, stop being crazy."
Francis held her down, mocking. "Why the restraint? It was the same last time, but you cooperated. You seemed to enjoy it."
Those words felt like a slap to Harper's face, burning with pain.
Last time, she had cooperated to reduce the torment. If she hadn't, it might have been worse.
While she was lost in thought, Francis's lips moved downward, biting her shoulder strap and continuing down.
Harper whimpered in pain, her fear peaking, but she couldn't push him away.
Last time, the child was fine by luck, but she couldn't rely on luck every time.
"Francis, I can't. It still hurts." Her voice was tinged with a sob.
That weak tone made Francis soften for a moment, but only for a moment.
He lifted his head. "After five days?"
Seeing it might work, Harper cried more, her nose red. "Yes, it really hurts."
She told a small lie, but it wasn't entirely a lie.
Her skin had always been delicate, and the swelling hadn't gone down.
Francis pulled at her pants, his face expressionless. "Let me see."
"No, don't!" Harper exclaimed, grabbing tightly.
They were at a stalemate when suddenly her pants tore in half, each of them holding a piece of fabric.
Harper was furious. She'd never been so embarrassed, and the lights were still on.
Luckily, her delicate skin made the swelling noticeable.
After checking, Francis got out of bed, grabbed some ointment, and came back.
Ignoring her protests, he applied it with his long fingers.
The cool sensation left Harper dazed.
She felt utterly humiliated, tears of grievance falling.
Francis treated her like an object, with no respect.
After applying the ointment, he held her down, not letting her close her legs to avoid smearing it.
Harper's face turned bright red with anger.
Francis said, annoyed, "Why didn't you use the medicine at home?"
Harper wanted to say it wasn't convenient to apply, and it usually healed quickly. Besides, if he tried to get into her pants again, it would serve as an excuse to call him off.
Francis suddenly asked, "Did you do it on purpose? To find an excuse to reject sex with me?"
He accurately caught Harper's moment of panic.
His breath invaded her space, his fingers still warm from the ointment. "Lying won't work!"
This time, Francis was genuinely aroused, not out of punishment, just pure desire.
But he was more emotionally stable. Considering her condition, he planned a different approach.
Harper stiffened, pushing him away frantically. "Not here, please."
Francis's face darkened, danger looming. "Who said so?"
Harper was on the verge of tears again. "I can't take it."
His large hands gently squeezed her butt. "I won't go in, but..."
He leaned close to her ear, his voice hoarse.
Harper's face flushed red, shaking her head vigorously.
"We're married; everything we do is reasonable." With that, he pulled her down.
Harper felt humiliated but didn't dare resist, afraid he'd change his mind, so she complied, going down on him.
Francis gripped her hair, his breath coming out in ragged gasps as she got to work. "Say my name," he demanded.
Harper felt the exhaustion creeping in, making it hard to focus. "What?" she mumbled, barely audible.
Francis threatened, "If you want this to be quick, do as I said."
Harper's heart sank. This was too much, too degrading. But faced with his threat, she forced herself to mutter, "Francis."
The sound of his name on her lips seemed to drive him wilder, his breathing getting even heavier, his ocean-blue eyes darkening with desire. "Again! Say it!" he commanded, his voice edged with impatience.
She hesitated, feeling more and more like a prostitute with every passing second. The humiliation was almost unbearable. But his words echoed in her mind, so, swallowing her pride, she forced the words out again. "Francis. Francis."
Finally, she heard a sigh of satisfaction from him. He pulled her up, his grip firm but not unkind, and wrapped his arms around her, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. The gesture was almost tender, a strange contrast to the preceding moments.
Harper had no strength left to struggle, lying obediently in his arms.
After a while, Francis carried her to the shower. She was scared and wanted to refuse but knew she couldn't anger him.
Fortunately, he noticed her exhaustion and, besides showering, did nothing else.
After the shower, Harper was so tired that she fell asleep in Francis's arms.
The obedient Harper gradually dissipated Francis's anger. He whispered, "If you tell me, I will accept it."
In the past, he would have laughed at such a statement.
But now, he couldn't see it clearly. The only thing he was sure of was that if he had to compromise, he would try.
As long as she stayed by his side, he was willing to try.
Sleeping soundly, Harper didn't hear his words, only instinctively snuggling into his arms for warmth.
Francis's eyes softened; afraid of hurting her, he held her gently.
That night, he slept very peacefully.
However, Harper didn't. In the latter half of the night, she started having a dream where Francis coldly and heartlessly wanted to abort her child.
This fear persisted until dawn.
The sun hadn't fully risen outside, but Harper had been awake for a long time.
Beside her, Francis's breathing was even, sleeping deeply.
Harper got up quietly, found Francis's phone on the bedside table, and unlocked it with his face.
After successfully unlocking it, she didn't dare open the door, hiding in the bathroom to send a message.
She typed out the text, just about to hit send, but found the phone required a sending password.
Francis's phone was specially made, and even if it was lost, the finder couldn't easily use its functions.
Harper tried Francis's birthday, but it didn't work.
She tried the door lock code, but that didn't work either.
Feeling helpless, she suddenly heard a familiar voice.
"Need a hand?" Francis said.
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