Chapter 293 My Husband Was Amazing!
The hot breath washed over.
Francis leaned his right arm on the chair, his lips just inches from Harper's cheek.
Harper's heart nearly stopped from fear.
She couldn't help but remember the last time he kissed and bit her. The hickey was still there, visible every time she showered.
Her face flushed instantly.
She tried to back away, but the cold wall behind her, chilled by the AC, stopped her.
Facing Francis's lips, ready to kiss her, she gulped and said shakily, "Get any closer, and I'll sue you for sexual harassment."
Francis chuckled and flicked her forehead lightly.
"Ouch!" Harper winced, covering her head and glaring at him. "What are you doing? Domestic violence?"
Francis smiled and tapped her nose affectionately.
"Yep, domestic abuse, " he said with a hint of laughter in his voice.
Harper's face turned red.
She realized "domestic violence" hinted at their marriage.
But she didn't want that.
She looked at the table, trying to stay composed. "Are we starting or not?"
Francis made some space, and Harper finally started eating.
The dishes were all her favorites. She'd had fancy food before, but the ingredients and cooking here were just better.
Francis rolled up his sleeves, put on gloves, and started shelling crabs.
Harper loved crabs but hated shelling them. Plus, her health wasn't great, and even a small cut could get infected.
So, she only ate crabs at home, pre-shelled by the maid.
In public, she avoided them to not seem pretentious.
Francis's elegant movements quickly shelled several crabs.
The crabs were plump and full of roe, making Harper's mouth water.
She hadn't expected Francis to share her love for crabs.
Watching others eat crabs was torture for her.
Harper gulped, looked away from the crab meat, and stood up. "I'm done. I'll head back."
Francis took off his gloves, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her back down.
He pushed a plate full of crab meat and roe in front of her.
"Finish this before you go," he said.
Harper looked surprised. "What about you?"
Francis's eyes darkened. She had forgotten he was allergic to crabs.
"I'm allergic to crabs." He answered.
Harper sat back, feeling uneasy.
She hadn't expected Francis to shell crabs for her silently.
Looking at the plate of crab meat, she felt she should refuse and throw it away to make Francis mad.
But with such delicious crabs in front of her, principles seemed less important. Not wasting food was more important.
Harper smiled and said, "Thank you."
Then she started eating without hesitation.
Francis watched her smile and got lost in thought.
Memories from five years ago came flooding back. She hadn't looked so happy then, and such a bright smile had never appeared.
Jasper was right; Harper's amnesia was good for everyone.
Everyone wanted her to forget the bad memories and move on.
Only he was stuck in the whirlpool of memories, struggling to get out.
Now, Francis just wanted to make it up to her as much as possible. Call him domineering or greedy, but he tried to keep her by his side every day.
Harper quickly finished the four crabs.
Francis handed her a napkin, his eyes tender. "If you like it, I'll shell more for you next time. But too much might not be good for you."
After dinner, Harper was in a good mood.
She smiled and said, "That's what my husband used to do for me."
Francis's fingers stiffened, gripping her wrist tightly.
The word "husband" felt like steel wires tightening around his heart.
Thinking about the time she was away, dating another man, and even having a child, his heart ached.
Fortunately, Allen was dead. If he were still around, Francis wasn't sure what he might have done.
"Mr. Getty. Mr. Getty," Harper called out twice, frowning before Francis snapped out of it and released his grip.
But his face was clearly clouded with gloom.
Harper wondered if his reaction was because she mentioned Allen.
If that were the case, it would be perfect.
She had spent nearly a million dollars on her first day by his side and picked on Chloe as much as she could.
Despite her efforts to be annoying, Francis didn't seem angry at all.
Wasn't Francis supposed to hate ostentatious and unkind people the most?
Why did he seem to enjoy watching her antics?
She began to doubt the accuracy of Jasper's information.
Now, it seemed she hadn't hit the right nerve.
Another piece of information was that Francis had a strong sense of possession and hated others touching his things, whether it was his career or his woman.
That was why he lost his composure when she mentioned Allen.
Since that was the case, things were easier.
On the way back, Harper recounted all her memories of Allen.
How Allen gave her sunflowers, took her to see the ocean, and carried her home.
She couldn't stop mentioning Allen.
Francis's face turned darker and darker.
Harper felt a great sense of accomplishment in infuriating Francis.
Hopefully, he'd be so angry he'd go to court that night to file for divorce.
Just as Harper was still talking, Francis pulled over and parked.
Harper looked out the window at the desolate surroundings and couldn't figure out where they were.
She quickly asked, "Why did we stop?"
Francis took out a cigarette but gave up the idea for Harper's sake.
He put the unlit cigarette in his mouth and squinted. "I want to hear what you have to say. Go on."
Otherwise, with her words burning him, he couldn't drive.
Harper was stunned by his quirk, her mouth twitching.
She hadn't expected Francis to enjoy listening to stories.
Harper put on a shy look and deliberately said, "But the rest are things I can't talk about."
Instantly, the air became quiet.
Francis pressed his temple.
"Things you can't talk about?" he asked coldly.
Harper didn't sense the danger and decided to add fuel to the fire. "You know, things between a couple."
Although she said this, she had no such memories.
She only remembered that Allen was good to her, but everything else was vague. She even had to look at photos to recall Allen's appearance.
She could only make things up. "Anyway, my husband Allen was amazing!"
Francis was so angry he laughed.
He threw the cigarette aside, unbuttoned his collar, and leaned over, pressing his arms on the center console.
A large shadow loomed over Harper.
She looked up and met Francis's deep, dark eyes.
Harper's whole body stiffened, trapped in the car seat by Francis, unable to move.
Francis lifted his eyelids, stared at her for a moment, and croaked, "Your husband was amazing?"
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