Chapter 390 Do You Really Not Like It at All Anymore?
In a flash, her face was on fire.
Harper couldn't tell if it was from rage or the heat.
She took a deep breath and said, "I'm outta here."
Harper didn't wanna run into Francis, so she turned sideways, but ended up tripping over a low stool.
Just as she was about to crash into the cabinet door, she shut her eyes in fear and let out a low cry, which turned into a muffled groan.
Francis reached out just in time to catch her, and they both tumbled to the ground.
The kicker? Harper's face smacked right into Francis's rock-hard chest.
Her lips even brushed his nipple.
Francis hissed, feeling like he was about to lose it.
The air was thick with awkwardness.
Harper, lying on top of him, immediately felt his reaction, and her face went beet red.
Right then, there was a knock on the door. "Ms. Murphy, you okay?" Zoey called out.
She'd come upstairs to grab a toy and heard a thump, which made her worried since it was dead silent inside.
Zoey got more concerned. "Ms. Murphy, you in there? I'm coming in."
Harper was about to lose her mind.
If Zoey walked in on them like this, there'd be no explaining it.
She pushed herself up from Francis's chest, and as her knees bent, she hit him, making Francis let out another muffled groan.
He grabbed her ankle, his handsome face pale, and said in a hoarse voice, "Trying to kill me?"
Harper realized where she had hit him, and her face turned even redder.
Suddenly, there was the sound of the door lock turning.
Harper's eyes widened, and she whispered urgently, "Let go of my..."
Before she could finish saying "ankle," Francis suddenly wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into the closet.
As the door opened, the closet door closed.
The closet was pretty spacious, but with the two of them inside, it felt super cramped.
Francis's muscular body made the space feel even tighter.
Harper had no choice but to press her face against his neck, almost touching his Adam's apple with every move.
In the dim light, she could clearly see Francis's sexy Adam's apple move.
Her heart skipped a beat.
Harper lowered her eyes.
Francis was more dangerous than the situation outside.
She suddenly regretted hiding in there with him.
If Zoey saw them on the ground, it would be awkward for a moment, but it would be better than being stuck here in this uncomfortable situation.
Zoey looked around outside and, not seeing anyone, thought she had misheard.
She saw some clothes scattered on the floor and started to tidy up.
Harper's back was stiff, and as she moved slightly, her lips brushed against Francis's Adam's apple.
The next second, she felt Francis's body tremble.
Immediately, like a startled bird, she tried to move back, but Francis grabbed the back of her neck.
"Don't move," he whispered hoarsely, his breath almost entirely on Harper's earlobe.
That was her most sensitive spot, and she couldn't help but shiver.
Francis's hand was still on her slender waist, and he could feel her reaction.
His eyes darkened, and he pressed his hand into her waist, his breath coming in short gasps. "Ticklish?"
The movement sent a jolt of electricity through her.
Her ears and waist were both sensitive.
Harper, feeling like she had been electrocuted, instinctively tried to push Francis away, but he restrained her wrists and threatened in a low voice, "Don't go out. I don't want to be seen."
Harper was even angrier. He had the nerve to undress in front of her earlier, and now he was afraid of being seen?
She shot him a death glare and hissed, "No touching."
Francis stayed quiet, his intense eyes locked on her.
Right now, he was just hoping Zoey would take her sweet time so he could stay close to Harper a bit longer.
Of course, he didn't just wanna stay; he wanted to kiss her and do way more than that.
But he was scared Harper would flip out, blow up, and never let him near her again.
So, he was playing it real careful, no sudden moves.
With Francis staring at her like that, Harper felt like she was being stripped naked by his gaze, and it was super uncomfortable.
Finally, she heard Zoey leaving.
Without wasting a second, she tried to get out, but just as she was about to push the door, she heard the sound of a vacuum cleaner outside.
Turned out Zoey had told the maid to come in and vacuum the floor.
Francis pulled her back again, his hands accidentally touching something soft, and he pressed down. It was her bosom.
Instantly, the desire he'd been holding back surged up, and memories of their past intimacy flooded back.
Francis's Adam's apple bobbed, and he asked in a voice dripping with desire, "Can I kiss you?"
The air in the closet was thin, making Harper's brain feel fuzzy.
For a moment, she didn't catch what he said, and Francis had already lowered his head to kiss her tender lips.
After a while, Harper finally snapped out of it and pushed him away with all her strength.
Francis forcefully pinned her wrists against the closet door with a thud, conveniently covered by the sound of the vacuum cleaner.
Harper was fuming and wanted to curse, but as she opened her mouth, Francis took the chance to deepen the kiss.
His tongue slipped in without resistance, tangling deeply with hers.
Harper's eyelashes fluttered, and all the curses she wanted to throw at him turned into incoherent moans under Francis's relentless kiss.
She was livid, struggling to break free from Francis's grip, and pushed open the closet door, causing them both to tumble out.
Francis quickly noticed the shoe bench in front of them and, fearing Harper would get hurt, swiftly pulled her into his arms.
With a loud thud, Francis hit the edge of the shoe bench, and a sharp pain shot through his back, making his handsome face turn pale.
The commotion they caused was no small thing.
Luckily, the maid had already left the room.
Harper quickly scrambled out of Francis's arms, her cheeks burning like fire.
Francis had just managed to get to his feet when she slapped him hard.
Harper's eyes were blazing with anger. "Francis, you shameless bastard!"
The slap was so forceful that five red fingerprints instantly appeared on Francis's face, and a trace of blood showed up at the corner of his thin lips.
Francis had never been slapped by the same woman more than once in his life.
But he didn't seem to care at all. He wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and smiled, "How about a few more slaps if you want?"
As he spoke, he had already put on the shirt he had taken off earlier, buttoning it casually before presenting the other side of his handsome face to Harper. "Go ahead. Slap me."
His shamelessness left Harper feeling helpless. The urge to give him another heavy slap disappeared.
Seeing that she stopped, Francis smiled and held her hands. "Can't bear to?"
"You're nuts! Who can't bear to slap you?" Harper snapped.
"You remember I don't eat peanuts, remember my clothing brands, and remember all my preferences." Francis's dark eyes looked deeply at her, his voice hoarse. "Harper, can you really say you don't like me at all?"
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