Chapter 279 Wedding Photos
A knock came from the dressing room. "You ready?"
It was Francis.
"Yeah, I'm ready." Chloe lifted her skirt and stepped out, spotting Francis's handsome face.
She felt her face heat up, but with all the makeup, no one could tell she was blushing.
"Let's go." Francis didn't even look at her and walked off.
Chloe felt a bit disappointed. She glanced at the full-length mirror, seeing her reflection.
The wedding dress was beautiful, but her face, caked in makeup, still looked pale. The psychiatric hospital and this pregnancy had taken a toll on her looks.
No wonder Francis didn't even glance at her.
They headed to the shooting site. It was a special shoot with advanced tech. Chloe stood next to a model prop; the face of the model would be digitally replaced later.
While they were shooting, Francis checked the car parked across the street. Ryan had sent it to spy on him.
Francis signaled the staff to leave a sheer curtain open so the people across the street could secretly snap photos of him and Chloe taking wedding pictures.
The shoot ended.
Francis was ready to leave with Chloe.
But Chloe stopped. "Francis, can we take a real picture together?"
Francis looked at her with deep eyes but said nothing.
Chloe felt nervous and choked up, "Francis, I've been having nightmares every day. The psychiatric hospital was hell. I'm scared I won't make it until Sunny is out of the prison, and I won't be able to keep the baby and myself safe."
Chloe knew Francis wanted this baby, but she didn't want it at all.
She had never had a check-up. With all the meds she took, she knew this baby was a monster. But someone had told her she could use the baby to get out of the psychiatric hospital.
And she did get out of that hellhole.
She used to think getting out was enough, but now she wanted more.
She looked at Francis, unable to hide her infatuation. "Francis, just one photo. That's all I ask. For the sake of my years of loving you?"
Chloe pushed her luck, grabbed Francis's hand, and said excitedly, "Francis, I know I'm not worthy of you now, but I'll do anything for you."
Francis's gaze was icy. He dodged her hands and said coldly, "Don't covet what isn't yours, or you won't handle the consequences."
Chloe instantly thought of the cold psychiatric hospital.
It was worse than prison.
Francis was ruthless, giving her no chance at all.
Without looking at her, Francis turned and left the studio.
In the dressing room.
Harper made sure no one was outside before coming out.
She was ready to leave with the photos, but as soon as she stepped out, she saw Francis coming down the stairs.
Feeling guilty, Harper bolted.
She forgot she was in disguise, wearing men's clothes and a short wig.
Francis watched the figure run out and narrowed his eyes.
He immediately gave chase.
Downstairs, he looked around but saw no one.
Victor walked in just then.
Francis ordered, "Take some guys and find the person who just left the dressing room."
Victor nodded, looking serious.
Ryan had been pushing hard lately. If he found out Francis and Chloe were faking it, things would get messy.
Victor quickly had his men seal the exits and start searching the building quietly.
The studio was big, making the search tough.
There were lots of dressing rooms, and they had to keep it low-key.
By now, Harper was already in the black business car arranged in advance.
Luckily, she had the studio's layout beforehand to plan her escape.
She hadn't expected Francis to be so cautious about taking wedding photos.
Even though she had given up hope, the scene still felt like a punch to the gut, making her heart ache.
She was convinced that the baby in Chloe's stomach was his. If Chloe's baby wasn't his, would he still take wedding photos with her?
But why deceive her?
What use could she still be to him?
Harper felt both pain and sadness, thinking only of leaving immediately.
The driver was a foreigner and couldn't communicate. He was just doing his job.
The car had already started moving.
As they drove past the studio entrance, Harper saw Francis come out and instinctively ducked.
A second later, she remembered the windows were tinted; he couldn't see inside.
Harper saw Francis helping Chloe into the car.
The gloomy sky couldn't hide Francis's strikingly handsome face.
Passersby were stunned, casting envious glances at Chloe.
Chloe kept her hand on her belly, looking cautious and protective.
Tears fell from Harper's chin to the ground.
Why did she have to fall for someone as cold-hearted as Francis?
He made her fall in love, only to hurt her deeply.
Harper could accept Francis being with anyone but not Chloe, the woman who caused her to lose her child.
The business car passed by Francis's black limo. Sensing something, Francis narrowed his eyes and glanced at the business car.
At that moment, he locked eyes with Harper, but he couldn't see inside.
Harper's heart ached, twisting in pain.
She pressed her hand against the window, silently saying, "Francis, goodbye. I hope we never meet again."
Snowflakes began to fall from the sky.
The dense white snow covered everything.
It felt like mourning the end of a love.
The snow fell heavier as the car drove onto a bridge.
This was a new route, and there were no other cars in sight.
Harper closed her eyes in exhaustion when suddenly, a bright light shone towards them.
The driver shouted and swerved, the tires skidding.
The business car flew up, crashing into the guardrail at an angle.
With a loud clunk, the car hung precariously on the bridge.
The front was severely damaged, the driver crushed against the guardrail, bloodied and lifeless, dead on the spot.
Harper, in the back seat, was saved by her seatbelt but was tightly trapped in her seat.
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