Chapter 371 The Steps of Dating
When Abigail stumbled out, she looked like she’d aged a decade in a minute, her legs all wobbly and her face ghostly pale.
"Abigail!" Audrey shouted, rushing to catch her before she hit the ground.
Abigail clutched her head, her lips as white as a sheet. "Why are my hands shaking and my legs feel like jelly?"
Audrey helped her into the car, her voice full of worry. "Abigail, did you stop taking the meds I gave you?"
Abigail nodded, looking guilty. "I spilled some by accident, and now I'm out."
"I knew it! Why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve brought you more!" Audrey said, shaking her head.
"You said it was a hassle to get that medicine, right?" Abigail mumbled. "I didn’t want to bother you."
"Abigail, come on, you’re treating me like a stranger," Audrey said with a gentle smile. "I’m not an outsider. How could you feel bad about asking me?"
Audrey pulled out a bottle of medicine from the car and handed it to Abigail. "A friend brought this from abroad. It’s hard to get, so I always keep extra just in case."
Abigail took the medicine and smiled weakly. "Thanks, Audrey."
"Don’t forget to take it on time, or it won’t work," Audrey reminded her.
This medicine was the only thing that helped Abigail sleep through the night. Without it, she’d been waking up at all hours, unable to get back to sleep.
Her mental state had been going downhill, but as long as she took this medicine, she could get some decent rest.
"Audrey, you’re so kind," Abigail said sincerely.
"Abigail, I’ve told you, I’m just doing what I should." Audrey pretended to be mad, her eyes locked on Abigail. "In my heart, you’re like my own mother. Do you still see me as an outsider?"
Abigail looked into Audrey’s eyes, a bit dazed. "Audrey, I see you as my daughter-in-law."
Suddenly, that word hit Abigail like a dagger to the heart.
Without warning, she lunged at Audrey, grabbing her neck and screaming, "You’ll kill my son! I’ll strangle you! I’ll strangle you!"
Audrey was caught off guard, pinned down on the car seat by Abigail.
Abigail, who’d been doing yoga, had a surprisingly strong grip.
Her bony fingers wrapped around Audrey’s neck like vines, squeezing tighter and tighter, as if she wouldn’t stop until Audrey was dead.
Audrey snapped out of it, grabbed her handbag, and smashed it against Abigail’s head. The pain snapped Abigail back to reality. She looked at Audrey, then at her own hands.
Abigail screamed and let go. "Audrey, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I went crazy, I thought you were..."
Abigail didn't finish her sentence. After a moment, she remembered who she wanted to strangle. Her eyes went wide with panic, and her fingers started trembling.
Why did Audrey's face suddenly morph into Harper's?
Could it be that Harper wasn't really dead? Thinking about the figure she saw at the hospital today, Abigail's eyes sharpened.
Audrey, still catching her breath, started coughing. She hadn't expected Abigail's nerves to be this shot.
It must've been because of the extra treatment today. In the past, to tie up loose ends, Audrey had always told Logan to be super careful.
Abigail patted Audrey's back and asked, "Audrey, you okay?"
Audrey, pale as a ghost, shook her head. "I'm fine, Abigail."
She was thinking, even though she got the result she wanted, Abigail was a bit too unhinged.
To avoid any more drama, Audrey figured it was best to keep her at home for a few more days and make sure she took her meds to stabilize her condition.
At the hospital.
When Harper walked in with a thermos, Francis was busy on his laptop.
Even though he was sick, he still wore his usual shirt before bed.
The black shirt made Francis's handsome face look cold and pale, mysterious yet charming.
Francis was born with a good-looking face, and his every move had this natural elegance that others just couldn't fake.
"Come in." Francis looked up and gave a faint smile to the dazed Harper at the door.
Harper snapped out of it and realized she had been staring at Francis.
Her face immediately turned red! She scolded herself; it wasn't like she hadn't seen handsome men before. She was surrounded by them.
Jasper, Vincent, weren't they all handsome?
Harper walked in, pretending she had just arrived. "I just got here."
Francis raised an eyebrow slightly. "What's with that burning gaze just now?"
Harper coughed lightly, trying to cover it up. "You're wrong. I just got here."
Francis knew she was easy to tease and said with a smile, "Maybe I was missing you too much. Somehow, I felt you were there, and when I looked up, you were indeed there."
Harper's face turned red. Missing her too much? It made them sound like a couple in love.
"Don't talk nonsense," Harper scolded.
As she opened the lid, the aroma of oatmeal wafted out.
Harper served a bowl and placed it in front of him, but Francis didn't move, looking like he was waiting to be fed.
Harper glanced at him and said, "I saw your hands working just fine when you were typing."
Francis, who had a knack for charming Harper, said shamelessly, "They're too sore. I've been working for seven hours, and now I can't lift my arms."
'Fine, I'll feed you,' Harper thought. It's not like she hadn't fed him before, no need to be pretentious.
She filled a spoon with oatmeal, blew on it gently to cool it down, and then brought it to Francis's mouth.
Francis took a sip, chewing with that elegant vibe he always had.
Harper asked nervously, "Is it good?"
It was her first time making it, at least in her memory, and she thought it was fine, but who knew if he'd like it.
Seeing her hopeful look, Francis felt a warmth in his heart.
After a moment, he said, "It's really good, just like before."
Harper was surprised and scooped another spoonful. "Oh, I was that good at cooking before?"
"Yeah, when you were my assistant, you helped me a lot," Francis said.
Harper was stunned, finding it hard to believe.
She had seen her diploma; she had studied design but never worked in the field before she lost her memory.
How much did she love Francis to be willing to be the woman behind him?
"Thank you for being so good to me before." Francis blurted out, his tone incredibly sincere. It was through her kindness that he slowly came to understand his own heart.
Harper was quite surprised that Francis would take the initiative to thank her, instead of taking her kindness for granted, which made her feel a bit sweet inside. The feeling of grievance she had just felt for her past self also eased a bit.
Seeing her in a daze, Francis pinched her cheek gently and said in a doting tone, "From now on, I'll be good to you."
"Who said I want you to be good to me?" Harper's face turned red as she continued feeding him the oatmeal.
Francis obediently had the oatmeal without saying a word until he finished and then said, "Well, you may not want it, but I do."
"What?" After a moment, Harper didn't immediately realize what she had just said.
Francis cupped her face in his hands and said seriously, "I want to be good to you."
Harper's ears felt hot, and she turned her face away and changed the subject, "How did you convince Jasper?"
Her plump earlobes, tinged with red, were exposed to Francis's gaze.
Francis couldn't resist and kissed her lightly.
Harper gasped, covering her ears, her palm burning. Just as she was about to get angry, she heard Francis ask, "Do you want to know?"
Harper was dying of curiosity and quickly nodded.
Francis chuckled, pinched her chin, and said mysteriously, "It's a secret."
Harper was a bit angry and started to guess wildly. Did they make any unspeakable agreement? Did Jasper just sell her out? That shouldn't be the case.
"I'll tell you later," Francis said, seeing her pouting, unable to resist.
"How long is 'later'?" Harper said.
Francis's eyes were deep as he said softly, "When you become my wife again."
Harper snapped, "Nice dreaming, says who?"
Francis wasn't annoyed, just smiled down at her. "Hmm, not now, but you will be."
They were so close, and Francis's hair still had that fresh-out-of-the-shower scent, like he was about to kiss her any second.
Harper's heart pounded, and she quickly turned her face away.
Seeing her embarrassment, Francis chuckled and let her go.
He got up and headed to the bathroom to freshen up.
Harper noticed some washed grapes by the bedside and started peeling and eating them.
When Francis came out, Harper had just peeled a grape and casually asked, "Do you want one?"
Seeing Francis, she remembered he had just rinsed his mouth.
Harper then moved to put the peeled grape into her own mouth. The juicy, translucent grape made her lips glisten.
Francis couldn't resist and bent down, saying, "I want one."
Harper's cheeks burned, the grape still in one cheek, her mouth puffed out as she said, "Then..."
Before she could finish, Francis's lips were on hers.
Harper gasped, unable to say another word.
Francis's lips pried hers open, his tongue slipping in to take the grape, sweet with her saliva.
Harper was completely stunned, her mind blank as she looked at him.
Francis's Adam's apple moved sensually as he swallowed the sweet grape, his eyes never leaving hers.
For a moment, Harper felt he wasn't just swallowing a grape, but her, who was stripped naked by his sexy gaze.
Harper's face burned fiercely, her heart pounding as if it would jump out of her chest.
She didn't know that, in Francis's eyes, her shy look was very alluring.
Francis's Adam's apple moved, and he grabbed her wrist, pulling her onto his lap.
"Hey!" Harper exclaimed, finding herself tightly held by Francis.
She pushed against his chest, and said angrily, "Why did you kiss me?"
Francis held her restless wrist and said, "It's part of dating—kissing, hugging, and then..."
Francis's eyes were hot, blatantly so.
Harper, blushing and angry, said, "You're lying! The steps should be holding hands, hugging, and then kissing!"
"No problem." Francis agreed readily, "We can follow your steps."
"I didn't agree to date you," Harper said.
Francis was really bad, always setting traps.
"I convinced Jasper," Francis reminded her with deep eyes.
Jasper letting her come over clearly meant he was giving in.
Harper was furious. "Jasper agreed. You can go date Jasper!"
Francis's eyes narrowed, and he grabbed her by the back of the neck, pulled her close, and said with his tone dangerous, "Do you want to test how straight I am?"
Francis's eyes were filled with primal desire, making her heart tremble.
Harper was so scared she didn't dare say another word, her lips trembling as she said, "No."
Francis lowered his head and asked in a husky voice, "No what?"
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