Chapter 413 Apologize to Him
Harper plopped down on the bed for a bit before finally dragging herself up.
She was still stewing over the whole mess with Molly, and now she’d gone and ticked off Francis too.
But at least she knew Molly was with Robert, so tracking her down wouldn’t be too hard.
And Robert hadn’t hit up the hospital, probably to keep Molly out of trouble.
With those injuries, the docs would’ve had to call the cops for sure.
Harper felt a bit better. Maybe Francis was right about Robert not hurting Molly.
She shot a text to Ronald, asking him to find out where Robert might be hanging out.
Just then, Zoey popped in to call Harper down for dinner.
Harper nodded and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, freezing in place.
Her neck was covered in purple-red hickeys, all different sizes.
Did Francis think her neck was a juice box or something? Ridiculous.
With a groan, Harper rummaged through her wardrobe and picked out a vintage lace blouse, but some of the hickeys still peeked through.
She ended up tying a scarf, which just made it more obvious.
At the dinner table, seeing Francis holding Agnes, Harper was floored.
Francis hadn’t left. He’d stormed out all mad, and now here he was, peeling a baked sweet potato for Agnes.
Zoey noticed Harper standing there, glanced at Agnes, and said, "Mr. Getty came over early to have breakfast with Agnes."
Both of the people at the table looked over.
Agnes’s eyes lit up when she saw Harper. "Mommy, come over."
Harper walked over and sat down.
Agnes pushed a plate of peeled sweet potatoes in front of Harper, grinning. "Mommy, Daddy peeled this sweet potato for me. Try it."
Harper was still in shock and glanced at Francis.
Francis didn’t even look at her, just kept peeling the sweet potato for Agnes, not a word to her.
The vibe was super awkward.
Agnes nudged her again, "Mommy, try it. Daddy peeled it himself."
"Okay." Harper took a bite of the sweet potato. It was really sweet.
"Is it good?" Agnes asked, her eyes wide.
Francis glanced up, eyeing her weird outfit.
Harper’s face went hot, and she mumbled, "It’s good."
"If it’s good, you should thank Daddy. He peeled it himself. Didn’t you teach me to thank people when they help us?" Agnes said in her little voice, "Mommy, how could you forget?"
Harper, getting schooled by her kid, turned even redder.
She ducked her head and muttered, "Thank you."
Her voice was barely a whisper.
"Mommy," Agnes kept on, "You have to look at him when you say thank you. You just thanked the plate, that doesn’t count."
Harper looked up, and Francis’s deep eyes reminded her of how he’d looked at her that morning, saying, "Beautiful!"
Her ears went bright red.
She stammered, "Thank you. The sweet potato is delicious."
"You're welcome." Francis’s voice was low, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
He’d been really mad this morning, but now, even though his face was still kinda cold, he felt a bit better inside.
See, he wasn’t totally helpless with her; at least Agnes could handle her.
The anger he felt, Agnes had taken care of it for him.
Harper saw Francis’s still sour expression and kept quiet.
Then Agnes noticed something, pointing to Francis’s jaw, and asked, "Daddy, what happened here?"
Harper looked up and almost dropped her fork.
She hadn’t noticed it during their fight, but there was a clear bite mark on the side of Francis’s handsome face.
"Bitten by a mosquito," Francis said in a low voice, but Harper could hear the teasing tone.
Agnes's big round eyes widened in surprise, "Daddy, what kind of mosquito is that big? I've never seen one."
"You should have seen it," Francis replied.
"Then why did it bite you so hard?" Agnes asked again.
Francis glanced at Harper and smiled, "Because she was starving."
Harper's face turned red instantly! What on earth was he talking about?
With five years of restraint, it wasn't just him who went crazy. Both had experienced unparalleled pleasure before, and despite Harper's initial confusion, once she was aroused, she was unstoppable.
Francis's husky voice from last night still echoed in her ears. "If you can't take it, bite me. Don't bite yourself."
Agnes, half-understanding, replied, "Then Daddy, next time feed it in advance so it doesn't bite so hard."
Francis smiled slightly, thinking that wasn't a bad suggestion.
He said lightly, "Okay, I will."
Harper finally couldn't stand it anymore and coughed lightly, "Agnes, have your breakfast!"
She glared at Francis, thinking he was corrupting the child. How annoying!
Francis picked up a glass of milk, tested the temperature, and fed it to Agnes. "Agnes, have this, and the mosquito won't bite you."
Francis must be doing this on purpose.
Throughout the meal, only Agnes was chattering, and Harper responded to her.
Francis was very good with children. Usually, it took a lot of effort to get Agnes to finish the food on her plate, but today she finished it all.
It seemed Francis was a good father!
As soon as this thought arose, Harper quickly shook it off. Such dangerous thoughts shouldn't be entertained.
Francis noticed Harper's inexplicable head-shaking and found it a bit cute.
His cold, handsome face softened considerably, and the corners of his lips subtly lifted.
At that moment, the phone on the table rang.
Zoey wanted to take Agnes back so he could answer the call.
But Francis waved her off and refused to let go of Agnes as he answered the call.
After muffled words came through, Francis responded, "How is it now? Okay, I'll go check it out later."
Harper perked up her ears, but the call soon ended.
Francis glanced at Harper, who quickly looked down and fiddled with her utensils, and smirked without saying anything.
After the meal, Zoey took Agnes upstairs to wait for her governess.
Harper was still thinking about the phone call as she guessed it might be about Robert.
Seeing Francis get to his feet and head for the door, she quickly caught up to him, asking, "Are you leaving?"
Francis, with his hands in his pockets, turned to look at her, his expression as if waiting for her to speak.
Harper hesitated and asked, "Where are you going?"
Francis arched an eyebrow and said, "Why? What do you care about where a stud is heading?"
Harper knew he was upset, and it was normal for him to be sarcastic.
She needed his help, so she had to speak softly, "Was that call about Molly?"
As expected, she only asked him because of Molly.
Although he had thought of this, Francis couldn't help but feel emotional. "Now you remember I'm of some use?"
Harper was a bit stung by his words and could somewhat understand his earlier feelings.
Her words for a man who had just had sex with her truly sounded a bit harsh.
She lowered her eyes slightly, wondering if she should apologize.
She wanted to tell him that she said those things because she dreaded having hope and didn't want to be a laughingstock.
Harper was a woman who could admit her mistakes. She would admit her mistake and apologize when needed.
She mustered up the courage and said, "I'm sorry."
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