Chapter 356 How Will You Compensate Me?
Victor walked in and overheard Francis's comment about being the third wheel, making him chuckle.
Earlier, while making soup, Victor had already figured out the disguised nurse was Harper, so he wasn't surprised now.
Francis felt even more embarrassed; his reputation was shot.
Irritated, Francis snapped, "What?"
Victor quickly replied, "Soup, I brought you some."
He had seen Harper spill the soup earlier, so he filled a thermos with the remaining soup and brought it in, thinking about how Francis had been craving it. He didn't expect to walk in on such an interesting conversation.
Victor quietly served the soup, placed it in front of Francis, and made sure it was steady. As he turned around, he noticed Harper's bare feet. He had never seen such beautiful feet before. Her toes were like pearls, plump and cute, and he couldn't help but stare.
A displeased cough snapped Victor out of his daze.
Francis's eyes were cold, staring at Victor like he wanted to gouge his eyes out.
Startled, Victor quickly lowered his head and prepared to leave.
Unexpectedly, Francis picked up the soup, then put it down and said to Victor, "You can drink the rest."
Victor thought Francis was really good to him. He had been watching from the side and felt quite envious. He had tasted Harper's cooking before, and it was particularly good.
Harper wanted to say something but hesitated, watching Victor happily leave with the thermos. She prayed he wouldn't drink it.
Francis looked at the soup and asked, "Did you make this?"
"Yes," Harper mumbled guiltily, "I worked hard on it and almost burned my fingers."
Francis smiled and said in a cold yet gentle voice, "You must have worked hard."
Saying that, he picked up the bowl.
Harper looked at the medicine on her toes, which Francis had personally applied. He was so meticulous and caring towards her, making her feel a bit guilty for what she had done.
Seeing Francis about to drink, she reached out to stop him. "You better not drink it."
But before she could finish, Francis had already tilted his head back and drank it up.
Harper watched as he put down the bowl, dumbfounded. After the soup was done, she had added an entire bottle of white pepper, making it not only spicy but also likely unpleasant to drink.
"Are you okay?" Harper stared at his face, checking for any discomfort.
Seeing Francis frown without saying anything, Harper became anxious.
"I told you not to drink it." She was about to get down and pour him some water, but Francis grabbed her wrist and easily pulled her to his chest.
"It's fine," he said.
"Huh?" Holding her breath for a moment, Harper could only utter a sound. She clearly remembered it was a whole bottle of pepper; how could it be fine?
Francis said calmly, "Want to try?"
"What?" Harper couldn't keep up with his train of thought. Just as she was about to ask, Francis suddenly grabbed the back of her head and pulled her forward, pressing his lips against hers.
Instantly, everything went silent.
Francis's large hands controlled her, his lips sucking the sweetness from her mouth, his tongue exploring inside. The kiss was sweet yet spicy, stimulating his nerves.
Harper's eyes widened. All her thoughts seemed to be sucked away by Francis's passionate kiss, with countless images flashing in her mind, as if they had been even more intense before.
Her face turned red as she realized Francis was right about their past. She was completely at his mercy.
Francis kissed her without holding back, greedily inhaling the familiar scent of her hair.
Harper finally reacted and tried to resist, but the sound she made was more like an arousing moan.
Francis's hands were like vices, holding her down so she couldn't move, let alone escape.
Initially, Francis just wanted to punish her. He had a keen sense of smell and knew Harper must have used a whole bottle of pepper.
But as the kiss deepened, his emotions took over. He wanted to keep kissing her, forever.
The door opened again.
Victor, with a burning throat, came to warn Francis about the soup. After taking a big gulp, he realized it wasn't just too much pepper; it was like a whole bottle had been poured in. He didn't expect to walk in on them passionately kissing.
Victor's mouth hung open, unable to speak.
Francis's eyes were cold as he picked up a coat and wrapped Harper's shoulders, her own clothes disheveled from the kissing, exposing her skin.
"What are you still standing there for?" Francis frowned, looking at Victor, who was unusually clumsy today.
Victor's legs felt rooted to the ground; he wanted to leave but his attention was drawn to his boss.
"Mr. Getty, your neck..." Victor trembled as he pointed out.
Harper looked up and saw that Francis's neck was unusually red, like an acute allergic reaction.
She was startled and quickly asked, "Are you allergic to pepper?"
Francis also felt uncomfortable; his neck was itchy.
Victor anxiously said, "Mr. Getty is allergic to all kinds of spicy seasonings."
Otherwise, he wouldn't have stormed in, risking his job to remind them.
Harper felt helpless, seeing Francis's neck turning red, guilt rising in her heart, and her eyes reddened.
"I didn't know, I put the pepper in, and a lot of it," Harper whimpered.
Francis, on the other hand, acted as if nothing was wrong, comforting her, "It's okay. Don't worry."
Fortunately, they were in a hospital, and the doctor quickly arranged for treatment.
Two hours later, Francis's rash had significantly improved.
The doctor reminded, "Doesn't the patient know his own allergy history? You better go over it. Don't underestimate allergies; they could kill you."
Harper lowered her head in guilt, feeling extremely remorseful. She really didn't know; otherwise, she would never have played such a trick on him.
After the doctor left, Francis looked at Harper, who was staring at her toes, with a deepening smile.
Harper felt embarrassed, but at least he didn't suffer in vain.
Before Francis could speak, Harper sincerely apologized, "I'm sorry."
A playful glint flashed in Francis's eyes as he slowly said, "Come closer. I can't hear you."
Harper took a few steps closer and said, "I'm sorry. I did it on purpose."
As soon as she finished speaking, he pulled her onto the bed with a tug of his arm.
Francis checked her foot; it wasn't swollen, which was good as it indicated no injury under her nails.
He pinched her cheek and said soothingly, "I know, I drank it on purpose, too."
"What?" Harper was shocked and confused. "You knew and still drank it?"
Francis said seriously, "If I didn't let you play your trick, how could you vent your anger?"
Harper felt helpless.
Francis pinched her waist and said, "How do you plan to compensate me for what you did?"
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