Chapter 310 Passive Initiative
Andrew had never smelled anything like the gentle fragrance in Harper's arms. He didn't know it was her natural scent, not perfume.
Feeling awkward, he turned away. "You're choking me."
Before the elevator closed, Maurice rushed in, looking fierce and bloodshot.
"Let go," Maurice demanded, his fierceness seeming off, as if he was on some drug.
Andrew's lazy look vanished. Supporting Harper with one hand, he stood tall, his voice cold and arrogant. "Wanna try your luck?"
Maurice hesitated, then charged. Andrew kicked him down with a loud bang. Maurice screamed in pain.
The elevator doors closed, and Andrew hit the button to go down. Seeing Harper's state, he thought she needed a hospital. It was just the two of them now.
Harper saw Andrew as a safe bet. He wasn't interested in her, and their families knew each other, so he wouldn't do anything.
As her fear faded, Harper felt her throat and chest burning, her body hot. She collapsed against Andrew, her slender waist weak.
Andrew felt like he was holding trouble. He couldn't push her away, but being so close was torture. Sweat formed on his forehead.
Harper's eyes were open, but she was losing control. Her breathing got heavier, her body hotter. The drug was taking over.
She tugged at her collar, looking at Andrew with red eyes, her voice trembling. "Please take me to the hospital."
Even a simple action looked seductive. Andrew had enough; he felt like he was on fire.
Harper's self-control crumbled, pressing closer. Andrew cursed under his breath, feeling like a wildfire was burning him up.
The elevator doors opened. Fresh air rushed in, and Andrew felt relief. Just as he was about to step out, a cold male voice stopped him. "Let her go."
Andrew paused and saw Francis, his expression complex.
"Francis?" Andrew said.
Francis's dark eyes were cold. "Ms. Murphy seems drugged. I need to take her to the hospital."
Andrew didn't know their relationship, thinking Francis was just worried. "It's fine. I'll take her to the hospital."
Francis's eyes were fierce. "I told you to let her go."
Francis grabbed Harper's wrist, pulling her into his arms. Harper felt surprisingly safe in his cold embrace.
Francis pressed the button for the basement. Andrew watched, feeling discontent as Harper nestled into Francis's arms.
Andrew looked at Francis's cold face, about to speak when the elevator opened. Francis walked out with Harper without hesitation.
"Francis!" Andrew called out, trying to stop him. "This isn't right. If someone sees..."
Francis shot Andrew a cold, bloodthirsty look. "None of your business."
Andrew felt like Francis might chop off his hands when he found him looking at them.
Victor approached, looking serious. "Mr. Getty, we've temporarily blocked the reporters outside."
A big scandal about Maurice Hall from Starlight Entertainment had broken out, drawing paparazzi to the hotel entrance. If Harper went out now, she'd be exposed.
Francis put Harper in the car and got in, leaving Andrew standing there, confused.
Andrew tried to get in the car, but Victor stopped him. "Mr. Grey, we need a distraction. Can you divert the paparazzi so we can get Ms. Murphy to the hospital?"
Andrew agreed without hesitation, got in the car, and sped away.
Once Andrew's car drew away most of the attention, the black limo discreetly left from another exit.
On the way, Harper's rationality collapsed. She felt unbearably hot and uncomfortable, like flames were burning inside her, drying her up and making her weak.
She felt like a dried-up water bag, her mind filled with lust, her body in torment.
"Don't move," Francis's deep voice stopped her from getting closer.
Knowing she needed relief, he adjusted her position to prevent her from pressing against him, which would only make her want more.
Unexpectedly, Harper, with misty red eyes, leaned her head over like a kitten, rubbing against his shirt.
The hard chest and male body heat stimulated her nerves, making her whole body turn red and alluring.
Francis's Adam's apple bobbed. He felt a bit turned on. He pressed her shoulder and asked Victor, "How long will it take?"
Victor, looking at his phone, nervously replied, "The nearest hospital is staked out by reporters. The second choice is forty minutes away. What now?"
Francis looked at the blushed Harper, fearing she couldn't last even four minutes. He decided, "Go to Emerald Oasis Hotel."
It was less than ten minutes away. Victor nodded and instructed the driver to head there.
In the back, Francis suddenly felt a warm, wet sensation on his Adam's apple. Harper, like a kitten, was licking it.
Then, her hot, wet lips started sucking on his Adam's apple, a gesture that would challenge any man's reason.
Francis gasped, his face darkening with restraint. Harper, seeking relief, was about to move further down when he pushed her against the cold car window.
A large hand firmly pressed her shoulder. "Don't move," he commanded coldly.
Harper whimpered, her shoulders shaking. "You, mean guy."
Francis paused, his grip loosening slightly. He sighed, "I'm not being mean to you."
His gentle tone made Harper even more upset, and she started crying.
Francis helplessly let her go and instructed, "Raise the partition."
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