Chapter 357 No Lying
Harper knew Francis wasn't exactly a saint, and sure enough, he came to settle the score.
She pouted, shifted uncomfortably, and asked, "What do you want?"
Francis laughed, "Anything I want?"
"If it's that thing..." Harper trailed off, embarrassed. "That's not happening."
Francis met her gaze and chuckled, "What thing?"
Harper's ears turned red. "You're so annoying."
He knew what she meant but kept teasing.
Francis stopped, pinched her earlobe, and said, "You need to take care of me."
He just wanted to be with her a bit longer.
"Just that?" Harper was skeptical.
Francis didn't make any big demands, which was unusual for him.
"Too simple?" Francis chuckled. "Of course, if you want to do more, I'd gladly accept."
He emphasized "more," making Harper's face turn red.
"When pigs fly." She tried to get out of bed, but Francis grabbed her waist.
"You're not leaving tonight." His commanding tone was out of concern for her foot. It needed rest.
"No." Harper resisted, thinking about their recent kiss, her face red again.
Francis smirked. "Look at me. What can I do to you, hmm?"
Thinking about Francis's injuries, which were partly her fault, Harper softened her tone. "But..."
"No buts." Francis tightened his grip, locking her in his embrace.
"Should I call Jasper?" Harper asked.
Francis raised an eyebrow. "Tell him his sister is with his victim?"
"You're not still mad at Jasper, are you?" Harper's eyes widened. "You better not!"
Francis's dark eyes fixed on her. "You know how to make a deal, huh?"
Harper softened her tone. "I didn't mean it like that. Jasper rarely fights. He was worried about me. Can you let it go?"
"Fight?" Francis felt a surge of jealousy. "That wasn't a fight; he beat me up."
If Jasper weren't her brother, he'd be in the ICU.
Francis felt a lump in his throat. "You're just taking advantage of the fact that I like you, so you're bullying me."
His words were bitter, and his mood affected Harper.
Harper felt a pang of guilt. This was partly her fault too.
She softened her voice. "I apologize for Jasper. I'm sorry, okay?"
Francis was still upset, not because of the beating, but because of how she defended Jasper. It made him jealous and hurt.
He snorted, "If he got beaten, you'd be furious. But for me, it's just a simple apology."
Before he could finish, Harper suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. Her clear eyes looked up at him. "Do you accept my apology?"
Her voice was soft, and her face was flushed. It was the first time she had been so forward.
Francis didn't say anything, momentarily stiff. The joy in his heart wiped away any grievances. Jasper's beating was worth it.
Francis's face showed a hint of sharpness.
Harper's heart skipped a beat, thinking he was still angry.
She tried to pull back, but Francis grabbed her hand.
"You kissed me!" Francis blurted out.
Harper was confused. "What?"
Francis's eyes were deep, emotions surging. "You kissed me!"
Harper's face turned red. Did he have to say it twice?
She felt annoyed. "You—"
Francis didn't let her finish, pulling her in for a deeper kiss.
All of Harper's words were swallowed by his dominant lips, leaving her no room to resist.
Francis's arms wrapped around her, his hand squeezing her soft bosom, his tongue entwining with hers, guiding her to get familiar with him.
Harper felt completely enveloped by his cool scent.
Francis's intimacy was strong and domineering, making her unable to cope.
She closed her eyes tightly, wanting to speak, but only a soft moan escaped her throat.
The tender sound almost made Francis lose control, and he bit her shoulder blade.
Harper was suddenly stimulated by the pain, her legs straightened, toes curling, almost crying from the sensation.
She felt like Francis was seducing her into being a bit wanton.
Francis stopped, looking down at her deeply.
His gaze was so intense that Harper felt exposed, shyly reaching out to cover her face.
Francis didn't let her, restraining her hands, their fingers interlocked.
Harper lowered her eyes, staring at the buttons on Francis's chest, feeling extremely nervous, like she was about to lose control.
Francis's eyes were deep. He lifted her chin and commanded, "Look at me."
Out of instinct, Harper did as he said, her clear eyes meeting Francis's deep gaze, feeling like she was about to be sucked in.
Francis's face curved into a smile, his voice hoarse. "Do you want to make love?"
With that, Harper felt like her breath stopped.
Her eyes started to wander, she bit her lip, about to speak, but Francis turned her face back.
His eyes narrowed, fingers hooking her chin. "No lying."
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