Chapter 350 Wanna Touch It?
Harper hung around outside Francis's room for a bit.
With all the bodyguards, she was nervous about getting caught. She waited until they switched shifts, then snuck in with her head down.
Wearing a nurse's uniform helped. Molly had thought of everything, even giving her a hospital nurse's badge, so no one noticed.
Inside, Francis was asleep.
She got closer and saw bruises on his handsome face.
His arm wounds looked fine, not bandaged.
But his shoulder was clearly wrapped in thick gauze, which could be seen even through his clothes.
Harper felt a pang of guilt. His shoulder injury was from saving her, and then Jasper beat him up, making it worse.
Even asleep, Francis looked tense, his brows furrowed.
Harper instinctively reached out to smooth his forehead. As soon as her fingers touched him, his eyelashes fluttered, and he opened his eyes.
Harper froze, forgetting to pull back.
Francis, still groggy, stared at her fingers and asked, "What are you doing?"
Harper's mind blanked, and she suddenly slapped his forehead. That woke him up completely, his eyes sharp and focused on her. His look said if she didn't explain, she'd be in trouble.
Heart pounding, Harper softly said, "There was a mosquito."
Francis's eyes stayed cold.
If Harper hadn't trusted her disguise, she'd have thought he recognized her.
She lowered her head and whispered, "Rest well. I'll go."
Seeing Francis wasn't in mortal danger and wouldn't be disabled, Harper felt relieved.
Just as she turned to leave, Francis's cold voice stopped her, "I want some water."
Harper hesitated, pretending not to hear, but Francis grabbed her arm. "Water, did you hear me?"
Caught, Harper nodded, "Oh, okay."
The water heater was right by the bed. She felt his eyes on her every move, making her uncomfortable. She filled a cup and handed it to him.
But Francis didn't take it. "Feed me," he said in a low, magnetic voice.
Harper wanted to splash the water in his face. But she held back, afraid of being exposed, put the cup down, and raised the bed to make it easier.
Surprised at herself, she wondered why it felt so natural. Had she taken care of him before? She pushed the thought away and brought the water to his lips.
Francis took a sip and frowned. "It's too hot."
Harper was taken aback. "It's not hot, is it?"
She remembered testing the temperature. How could it be hot?
Francis's face darkened, and he said impatiently, "What's your name? You're so careless. If you don't believe me, try it yourself."
Harper, confused by his serious tone, thought she might've made a mistake.
She quickly took a small sip. It wasn't hot at all! Just warm, perfect.
"It's not hot," she said, puzzled.
"Really?" Francis's eyes deepened. "Then let me try another sip."
Harper handed it over.
This time, Francis didn't need her to feed him. He took the cup and drank it all.
Harper then realized they had both used the same cup, and Francis had drunk from the same spot she had.
She felt extremely embarrassed and reached out to take the cup. "Sorry. This cup..."
Francis handed the empty cup back, looking unbothered. "It's okay."
Harper thought if he didn't mind, it was fine.
She put down the cup and was about to leave again, but Francis grabbed her arm tightly, as if afraid she'd run away.
"My wound hurts. Can you check if it's torn?" he asked.
Harper just wanted to leave quickly and nodded, "I'll get a doctor."
But Francis insisted, "Check it now."
Harper felt helpless. "I'm afraid I'll hurt you."
"It's okay," Francis said firmly.
Harper took a deep breath. Anyway, his injury was because of her. She could at least check it.
They stared at each other for a moment.
"Help me take it off," Francis said.
"Huh?" Harper's eyes widened in shock.
Francis pointed to his right hand wrapped in gauze. "I can't do it myself."
Harper glanced at his hand, which was indeed wrapped in gauze.
But she was still embarrassed. Today wasn't like that day in the car; there wasn't an emergency.
"What are you waiting for?" Francis's tone was slightly impatient.
He really seemed to treat her like an unprofessional nurse.
Harper had no choice but to move closer and start unbuttoning his shirt.
With each button, more of Francis's firm abs were revealed.
In their face-to-face position, Francis's presence almost overwhelmed Harper.
Her face turned red, and her fingers trembled slightly.
Francis looked down at her and said with a slight smile, "First time?"
Harper's face turned beet red. Francis was such a scoundrel! Flirting with a nurse like this. Luckily, she saw through him today.
She huffed, "No."
Then she sped up and finally undid all the buttons.
She stood up, pulled his shirt halfway off, and carefully checked his wound. It was well bandaged, with no signs of tearing.
With the wound on Francis's shoulder revealed, fragments of a scene suddenly flashed through her mind.
It seemed to be in a ward as well, with Francis pinning her to the bed, kissing her fiercely, and messing her roughly.
Suddenly, Harper's face turned red, and she hurriedly put his shirt back on, saying, "It's fine."
Francis looked at her evasive eyes and flushed face, a hint of interest in his eyes.
Then, he grabbed her hand, which was fumbling to button his shirt.
In a low, hoarse voice, he asked, "Wanna touch it?"
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