Chapter 385 Nothing to Me
"Harper," Francis croaked out, his voice catching in his throat.
Man, his worst nightmare had come true. Harper remembered everything, and now, she probably wouldn't forgive him.
He couldn't just ignore Harper's pain; a screw-up, even if it was unintentional, didn't mean he could dodge the blame.
Francis knew he had no right to beg for her forgiveness; all he could do was try to make things right.
Seeing the look on Francis's face, Harper's eyes narrowed a bit. She smirked, "Francis, you must've hoped I'd never remember all that crap."
Those words made Francis's face go pale as a ghost.
Yeah, he had dreamed about how great it would be if Harper could just forget everything that happened.
He'd rather see her happy and clueless than watch her struggle with all that pain.
Francis was ready to spend the rest of his life making it up to her, making sure she never got hurt again.
Then maybe they could start fresh, and he'd give her and Agnes the best of everything. He'd spoil them both rotten. He knew it was selfish.
But he was just a guy, not some saint. He had feelings and wants, and it was only natural to want to be with the woman he loved.
Francis had thought about the day Harper might remember everything, and maybe all his efforts would be for nothing, but he couldn't just let the chance slip by.
He didn't want to lie to her. He said, voice rough, "Yeah, I did hope you could forget all that and just be happy."
Harper didn't want to hear any more. How much of it was true, and how much was BS? She couldn't tell.
"Too bad your plan flopped. I'm not the same fool I was five years ago, being your puppet." She smiled slightly, "Because now, you mean nothing to me!"
Francis's handsome face went pale, and his heart felt like it was being ripped apart.
He felt like a deflated balloon, barely holding on.
He was nothing to her.
Francis felt numb and instinctively begged, "Don't do this, Harper. Don't leave me, I'm begging you."
But Harper's expression stayed cold. She said each word like a dagger, "Francis, I never wanted you. We divorced a long time ago."
"Our marriage ended five years ago. The remarriage was just your trick. To me, it means nothing." Harper's words were sharp, cutting Francis deep.
"If you try to take Agnes from me, I'll make sure you never see either of us again."
Francis's brows twitched, and his eyes were misty.
He asked, voice rough, "Harper, what will it take for you to stop hating me so much? Tell me. Help me understand."
Harper replied coldly, "Disappear from my life. Maybe then I won't hate you so much."
"No." Francis's eyes were bloodshot, and he said painfully, "You know that's not possible. I can't live without you, Harper. Have you forgotten the good times we had? It wasn't all bad."
"So you think the bad times can just be erased?" Harper asked, then smiled coldly, "Francis, ever since Chloe came back, I haven't had a single happy day. I can't remember the good times."
Her heart ached with the sadness in her eyes.
Francis wanted to hold her, but Harper pushed him away without hesitation.
He refused to let go, gripping her shoulders firmly, pleading, "It's not too late, Harper. Give me a chance. I'll make it up to you. I'll make you happy."
Harper looked at the broken expression on Francis's handsome face, but she felt no satisfaction.
Five years had passed. Even if he regretted it now, it wouldn't change the hurt she had gone through. It was too late.
In those five years, she had slowly healed thanks to the love of her family and friends.
Thinking of Molly and Jessica, she felt so lucky.
She hadn't lost any of her old friends. They'd stuck by her side all these years.
She and Agnes had Jasper and Clayton's endless love.
Everything was just right.
She couldn't dwell on past pains and refused to move on.
Her future wouldn't be controlled by Francis anymore, and she wouldn't throw herself into that mess again.
Harper looked at him, a self-mocking smile tugging at her lips, "Francis, I once loved you, a lot."
She had lost herself, gone numb, and even lied to herself just to love him.
But now, she only wanted to stay far away from him, as far as possible.
The pain in Harper's eyes was hidden by the darkness. She said lightly, "Now, I don't love you anymore."
Thinking of the past, Harper remembered not only the pain but also how Francis had taken a knife for her.
She said indifferently, "You hurt me, but you also saved me. From now on, we owe each other nothing. Let's each live our own lives."
"Never." Francis suddenly gripped her wrist tightly, his eyes as wet and red as the sky at dusk.
"Harper, I don't want us to live our own lives. You promised me that as long as I convinced Jasper, you'd be with me."
Harper found her amnesia so troublesome.
She said lightly, without any emotion, "Then let's break up!"
"I won't." Francis's eyes were dark and resolute. "I won't break up with you."
"Francis!" Harper called his name heavily. She said coldly, "I can't be with you. Leave yourself some dignity. Stop pestering me. It's annoying, okay?"
Those words hit hard.
For a golden boy like Francis, they were very heavy. He was such a handsome and attractive man, who could have anything he wanted, being despised like this. Such a blow twisted his heart until it went numb and felt like it wasn't his.
Francis felt like he couldn't hold on any longer.
He bitterly pressed his lips together, forcing back the tears in his eyes, and choked out, "I won't fight you for Agnes, but for..."
He paused. If he said, for her, she would only hate him more.
He changed his words. "For Agnes, I won't give up."
After saying that, he slowly turned around, shuffling away.
Harper watched his back, which seemed to get thinner in a second, her heart suddenly felt like it was pricked by a needle.
An unknown emotion surged up. She clenched her fingers, pressing it down forcefully. As long as she tried, she could move on, right?
The next morning.
When Harper was sending Agnes out, she saw a black limo parked at the villa's entrance.
Francis, without any trace of yesterday's fatigue, stood tall in front of the car, looking handsome and sharp in his black suit and white shirt.
Agnes's eyes lit up instantly when she saw Francis. She ran over and jumped into his arms, sweetly asking, "Francis Daddy, are you here to take me to school?"
Francis bent down to hold Agnes in his arms, smiling gently, "Of course. From now on, as long as I'm not on a business trip, I'll pick you up and take you to school every day, okay?"
"Really!" Agnes couldn't hide her happiness, her little face blooming like a flower. She turned to look at Harper. "Mommy, can he go to school with us?"
Seeing Agnes so happy, Harper didn't have the heart to dampen her spirits, so she nodded in agreement.
"Yay! Daddy! Mommy agreed," Agnes shouted happily.
Francis glanced at Harper, then smiled and said, "Yes, Daddy is happy too."
Harper glared at Francis viciously when Agnes wasn't looking, feeling utterly helpless.
She had made herself so clear yesterday.
Francis still turned a deaf ear.
And he used the excuse of taking Agnes to school because he knew she wouldn't act out in front of Agnes.
Francis was doing it on purpose!
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