Chapter 284 Go to Hell
Harper was caught off guard when Andrew pulled her mask. She lost her balance and fell backward.
Andrew grabbed her waist.
Andrew usually spoke without any reservations, spitting whatever came to his mind, but now he suddenly couldn't find the words.
Andrew had touched many women's waists before, but now, his mind was filled with one thought. 'How could a waist be so slender and soft and feel so good? She's quite unique.'
Andrew's gaze fell on Harper's face, which was very close to his.
Her eyes were bright, her lips red, and her beauty was indescribable, like morning dew, like the evening glow, like all the beautiful things in the world.
Andrew cursed inwardly, 'How could she be so perfectly beautiful?'
It was as if she was made to his exact aesthetic preferences. His thought was paused by a sudden searing pain.
Harper could have been stronger, but she was good at self-defense. She kneed Andrew hard in the groin.
Then, without mercy, she stomped on his foot.
Andrew's handsome face twisted in pain as he clutched his lower body and hopped around.
Harper glared at him and cursed, "You pervert!"
Her soft voice weakened the impact of her words, making it sound more like a lover's complaint.
Harper turned to leave, only to meet a sharp gaze.
The intense aggression and invasion were almost glaring from those dark eyes.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly opened the door and left.
Andrew wanted to chase after her but was held back by a strong hand.
The door opened and closed again.
Now, even his shoulder hurt like hell.
Andrew leaned weakly against the back of the chair, his palm seemingly still holding a faint, sweet scent.
After savoring it for a while, he lifted his eyelids and twitched. 'Bitch! She actually called me a pervert. With my looks, any woman would throw herself at me.'
Outside the restaurant.
Harper got into the car and picked up her phone to call Jasper to tell him she was heading back.
"Harper!" A trembling voice called out.
It coincided with Jasper's voice on the phone.
Harper didn't hear the call clearly, but she still turned to look. It was the man with the strong aura of invasion from earlier.
He stood just a few inches away, his face extraordinarily handsome. Tall, with a narrow waist and broad shoulders, he had a figure that could make anyone weak in the knees. He really was quite good-looking.
She had always thought Jasper was the most handsome man in the world, but she had to admit, the man in front of her seemed a bit more attractive than Jasper.
"Harper, what's wrong?" Jasper's voice on the phone sounded anxious.
Harper looked away. "Nothing. I just wanted to let you know I'm taking a taxi back; there's no need to pick me up."
"Be careful on the road. Let me know when you get home," On the phone came Jasper's voice again.
"Okay, Jasper." After hanging up, Harper lifted her feet to get into the car. "Go to..."
A strong force pulled her back.
Harper was forcefully dragged into a broad embrace.
The driver called out in alarm, trying to help the passenger.
But Francis, tall and muscular, was much taller than him, and he was too scared to speak.
Fortunately, Victor saw what was happening from another car and quickly came over to explain, leaving his business card with the driver, who then left.
Francis, rough in his actions, dragged and pulled Harper, finally lifting her by the waist and shoving her into his car despite her struggles.
Harper's arms were nearly pulled out of its socket. Unable to struggle, she thought of her self-defense moves and kicked Francis.
"Are you crazy? This is kidnapping..." Before she could finish, Francis grabbed her ankles, pulled her forward, pressed his chest against her knees, and kissed her hard.
His move was so quick she had no time to react. "Bastard."
The crazy Francis silenced Harper's angry protest.
He forcefully pressed Harper against the car seat, his large hand gripping her jaw to control her lips and teeth, which made it impossible for her to bite.
Harper used her hands and feet, flailing her legs to push Francis off her.
But Francis was too strong, like a mountain pressing down on her, making it hard for her to breathe.
Harper dug her nails into him, even feeling the sticky sensation of blood, but Francis seemed not to feel the pain, still holding her slender body tightly, refusing to let go.
Harper could even feel his body trembling.
After a series of urgent kisses, Francis pressed his head into the crook of her neck like a big dog, licking and biting the flesh of her slender neck.
Then she heard him murmur, "Harper, you're back."
Harper's breath hitched, and the strong sense of familiarity stunned her.
She could even feel Francis's hot tears on her neck.
Who was he?
Victor got into the car and saw the petite Harper being pressed down by Francis, who was kissing her from top to bottom, and quickly pressed the button to raise the partition.
Before the partition rose, Francis's lips suddenly pulled away, his eyes red, and he coldly ordered, "Drive faster."
Victor saw the veins bulging on Francis's temples and, without asking for the destination, drove as fast as he could towards Tranquil Haven Retreat.
Harper's mind was still foggy, her eyes wide as she looked at the strange man in front of her.
Her eyes were filled with shock, disgust, and unfamiliarity, but there was no joy or surprise of a long-awaited reunion.
Francis stared at her, the desire in his eyes growing stronger and stronger.
Harper was frightened by his wolf-like gaze, looking around for something to defend herself with, quickly responding, "You're crazy. Don't think that your pretty face will get you away with raping me. My brother will beat your ass if he finds out."
Francis didn't listen to her; he didn't want to, and he couldn't understand.
He just missed her, missed her so much.
A shallow kiss couldn't express his five years of longing for Harper.
Francis's hands, controlled by instinct, gripped the back of her head. His lips once again kissed her soft lips, and he was driven only by instinct to take.
Harper was furious. Although she had Agnes, she didn't remember how to have a child.
Harper only remembered being very close to her husband, Allen Bell.
That intimacy was limited to holding hands and hugging, with no kissing or anything more intense.
So, this strange man was taking advantage of her.
Harper was both angry and anxious; without hesitation, she bit down hard on Francis's lip.
Instantly, the taste of metal filled the air.
Francis gripped her jaw, his lips stained red with blood, looking distinctly sexy.
He squinted his eyes and said coldly, "Find another spot where people can't see."
With that, he carried her into the villa, and yes, he carried her on his shoulder.
Francis was astonishingly strong. Carrying a grown woman was as easy as holding a chick.
Francis's eyes were deep; just kissing couldn't quench his five years of thirst.
He wanted her so much and tried to merge her into his bones and blood so she could never leave him again.
As soon as Francis threw Harper onto the bed, Harper turned over, grabbed the crystal lamp on the bedside table, and smashed it without hesitation into Francis's face.
If she had had a tool in the car earlier, she would have done this already. 'Go to hell.'
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