Chapter 262 In That Case, Didn't You Own Me a Child?
Harper's heart skipped a beat, and her phone hit the floor.
Francis walked in barefoot, showing off his muscular legs and abs.
He picked up the phone, handed it to Harper, and said, "Try 822822."
Harper froze. August 22nd. The day they had registered their marriage. The memory felt like a jolt to her system.
Harper stiffened. The phone felt hot in her hands, especially the lit screen showing her message to Francis.
Francis read her text aloud, "Mr. Getty, I've been locked up by Francis. Can you help me get out? Harper."
Francis chuckled, "Asking Rhodes for help?"
He seemed calm, but inside, he was a storm of emotions.
Harper still wanted to escape, to leave him.
This thought made him restless, his mind racing.
He narrowed his eyes, grabbed her chin, pinned her against the wall, and said angrily, "What are you planning to repay him with when he rescues you?"
Harper's face went pale. She decided to go all out and shouted, "You can't keep me from going out. Even as a couple, you have no right to control my freedom."
Francis's face darkened like a stormy day.
He laughed coldly, "Harper, are you telling me what to do?"
His arm tightened around her like a vine, and he said, losing his calm, "Didn't you owe me a child?"
Harper was stunned, finding it unbelievable.
She thought of the child they had lost.
That child was like a thorn, deeply embedded in her flesh, causing unbearable pain.
She was furious and shouted, "You wish!"
She would never go through that pain again.
Harper said, "I will never have a child with you."
She didn't want the kid she was having to have any connection with Francis.
This was her child!
"It's not up to you." Francis's face was chilling. He grabbed a tie and tied her hands to the towel rack.
Harper's face turned ashen, her voice trembling, "Francis, what are you doing?"
Francis cupped the back of her head, looked at her coldly, and smiled faintly, "Practice making a baby."
"Mm..." All her words were swallowed between their lips and teeth.
Francis punished her in his own way, making her so ashamed and angry she almost fainted.
In the end, Francis left her tied up, humiliated in the bathroom.
It wasn't until the maid came that Harper was untied.
She sat on the bathroom floor, disheveled, hugging her knees and trembling.
The maid sighed, unable to persuade her to come out.
The maid said helplessly, "You and Mr. Getty are something else. You clearly like each other, so why make it like this?"
Like?
Harper shook her head in pain.
If this was what liking her meant, she wanted no part of it.
The maid explained, "Mrs. Getty, Mr. Getty really loves you. When you're not here, I've been taking care of this place. I've seen Mr. Getty sleep in your new bedroom many times, holding your pillow. He keeps sending the latest seasonal clothes that suit you. The fridge is always stocked with your favorites, even if no one eats them."
Harper listened without feeling a thing.
Love, like—these words didn't fit their relationship.
Francis just treated her as an object.
He never thought that one day, this object would no longer be under his control.
When something he didn't allow happened, his pride and confidence shattered.
That's why he was so determined to force her back under his control.
Such a man made Harper feel afraid. When fear outweighed affection, she had long forgotten how she first felt about him. All that was left was fear and the desire to escape.
Slowly, the thought of escape became an obsession deeply rooted in Harper's mind.
She told herself she had to leave him.
In a blink, it was the eve of Robert's wedding.
At night, Quinn was on the phone with Robert, her voice soft and sweet as she confessed, "Robert, I feel so happy. I want to have two children with you in the future!"
Robert's expression stiffened. This sounded very familiar; he had once said the same thing to Molly.
Seeing no response for a long time, Quinn called out several times, "Robert, Robert, are you there?"
Robert snapped back to reality, rubbed his brow, and said, "Get some rest, Quinn."
He avoided the topic of having children.
Quinn's expression dimmed, but Robert wouldn't know, and she sweetly ended the call.
The next second, she dialed a number and said with a sinister tone, "Keep an eye on Robert tonight. Let me know immediately if anything happens."
After hanging up, Robert stood by the large floor-to-ceiling window, smoking.
Amidst the swirling smoke, his mind was filled with the words, "We'll have two children."
After a moment, he stubbed out the cigarette, picked up the car keys from the table, and went downstairs.
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