Chapter 351 You Jerk
Francis guided her hand over his abs, pressing down slightly. They felt firm and warm.
The heat radiated onto Harper's face.
Not stopping there, he moved her hand further down along his V-line.
Harper's eyes widened before she snapped back and yanked her hand away, her face turning red. 'What's he doing? Does he have shame?'
"Pervert," she blurted out, forgetting to disguise her voice.
Francis smirked. "With those longing eyes, I thought you wanted to."
"Says who, you pervert! I'll sue you for harassment!"
Francis raised an eyebrow. "Then can I sue you for impersonating medical staff?"
"You!" Harper was shocked. "How did you know?"
She had no idea when Francis saw through her disguise. From his tone, it seemed he knew from the start. All those things he did—asking her to feed him, drinking from the same spot as she did, his wound check-up—were all an act!
Francis pulled off her mask, pinched her cheek, and stared at her. "Even with a mask, I'd recognize you."
His eyes sparkled with amusement, clearly pleased to see her.
Harper wasn't as carefree as she seemed; she still couldn't let him go. This realization made Francis's heart lighten. His good mood was evident, even his usually cold face softened.
"You're such a jerk!" Harper slapped his hand away, annoyed at being fooled, and turned to leave, but a strong arm pulled her back.
"I say you can't," Francis said.
Harper, caught off guard, almost fell into his arms.
She quickly pushed him away but accidentally touched his shoulder, making Francis's face pale.
Harper was startled, recalling the scene of blood gushing out after the stab he shielded for her.
Her heart tightened with worry. She moved closer, trying to pull at his unbuttoned shirt. "Where does it hurt? Should I call a doctor?"
Francis faced her directly, his chest fully exposed.
But she was too concerned to notice, her face serious. "I'll call a doctor."
As Harper stood up, Francis pulled her back into his arms, holding her gently. "It doesn't hurt."
His voice was low and husky. "As long as you care about me, it doesn't hurt."
Harper pushed against him but couldn't move him, worried her struggle would hurt him.
"Who said I care about you?" She was annoyed at his nonsense.
"Okay, no one. But can I lean on you for a bit?" Francis asked.
Having Harper in his arms was the best way for Francis to shed all his fatigue.
Francis said he wanted to lean, but he actually held her completely. His face pressed against Harper's neck, his breath like little flames, making her blush deeply.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. "Mr. Getty, Ms. Hernandez is here."
Harper's body stiffened, and the warmth vanished.
Francis frowned, leaning back slightly, his eyes locked on her face, catching every emotion.
Harper's face turned icy, feeling humiliated.
Jasper was right; she shouldn't have gotten involved with Francis. Now, she was the one feeling humiliated.
Harper struggled but couldn't break free, her tone cold. "Let me go. Don't let your fiancée misunderstand."
Francis frowned, confused. Why was she bringing up his fiancée again?
Hadn't he explained he had nothing to do with Audrey?
His eyes darkened, but he didn't repeat himself. Instead, he asked, "Then how about your boyfriend?"
Harper felt furious and blurted out, "What boyfriend?"
Realizing she had fallen into a trap, she decided not to explain further.
Francis's lips curved slightly, a meaningful look in his eyes.
He knew Harper well. If she fell in love, she'd go all in. There was no way she’d just started a relationship out of the blue.
According to Victor's investigation, she had known Vincent for three years. If they hadn't been together in three years, it was unlikely they suddenly fell in love now.
Vincent might fool him, since he didn't know Vincent well, but Harper was definitely acting to deceive him. A boyfriend after three years of friendship was ridiculous for Harper.
Harper, with a cold face, said, "I didn't want to see you. Jasper punched you, so I had to."
Francis wasn't angry. He adjusted her mask and smiled lightly. "Okay, but you're not allowed to leave now."
Then he called out, "Come in."
Audrey walked in with a thermos.
Seeing Francis's unbuttoned shirt revealing his collarbone, her face heated up. "Francis, Victor said you encountered some thugs. How are you feeling now?"
"I'm fine." As Francis spoke, his eyes lowered to look at Harper, who was picking at her fingers, a smile forming on his lips.
Audrey saw Francis's smile, his handsome face, and was momentarily dazed.
She looked at Francis, her eyes warm. "I'm not busy these days. How about I stay and take care of you?"
"No need," Francis responded coldly.
Audrey bit her lip, feeling hurt by Francis's coldness. Luckily, there were no acquaintances around, or it would have been too embarrassing.
However, Audrey noticed the nurse standing nearby, her face covered by a mask, but her figure looked delicate.
She glanced at Francis, his chest half-exposed, exuding a messy kind of sexiness. Could it be that this nurse was taking care of Francis?
But in all these years, she had never seen Francis let another woman get close.
Audrey felt suspicious and a bit embarrassed, pointing at Harper with authority. "You, get me a glass of water."
Harper stood still, not even lifting her head.
Audrey's anger flared. Being ignored by Francis was one thing, but even a nurse didn't respect her.
Her tone became sharper as she snapped, "Did you hear me?"
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