Chapter 423 So Embarrassing
Wesley shot a quick glance at Francis. Francis gave him a look that screamed, "You know what to do," and Wesley got the message loud and clear.
Thinking on his feet, Wesley said, "We were just talking about the info the cops gave us. They found a syringe on the ground, and we think Chloe was planning to use it to mess someone up."
Harper was suspicious and wanted to dig deeper, but Francis sent Wesley packing.
Left with no choice, she plopped down on the sofa, eyeing Francis' bandaged arm, remembering how much it had bled. She couldn't help but ask, "How's your arm? Still hurt?"
Francis raised an eyebrow, his deep eyes locking onto hers, and said, "You worried about me?"
His voice was low and smooth, like velvet. Harper's face heated up, but she nodded anyway. He had helped her out again today, so she figured she should show some concern.
Francis felt a warm satisfaction bubbling up inside him, thinking the cut was worth it. At least he had a spot in Harper's heart now.
He smirked and said softly, "It's nothing."
Harper grumbled, "Nothing? There was so much blood."
"I blocked it with my elbow, so it just grazed the surface. No stitches needed. It'll be fine once it scabs over." Francis reached out and pinched her cheek. "Don't sweat it."
Harper's ears burned from his touch. She turned her head to dodge his hand, her face red, and said awkwardly, "Who's worried about you?"
Francis raised an eyebrow, "Really?"
His tone made it clear he saw right through her!
Harper felt a bit annoyed and said stubbornly, "Nope."
Francis saw her eyes darting around, avoiding his gaze, and found her even more adorable. He gently pinched her chin, turned her to face him, and said in a low voice, "Say it again. You're not worried, huh?"
Francis' dark eyes reflected Harper's blushing face.
Harper's heart started pounding.
Francis tapped her chin twice with his finger and chuckled, "You do have a hard head."
His teasing made Harper's face burn even more!
"Stop talking nonsense!" She tried to get up. Sitting next to him felt like sitting next to a furnace.
"Where you going?" Francis raised his hand and pulled her back. Harper lost her balance and fell onto his lap. She let out a small cry.
Francis' muscular thigh felt like it was burning her. Her face heated up as she struggled to get away, but Francis pulled her into his arms, making her sit sideways on his lap.
Feeling a sudden loss of security, Harper let out a muffled groan and instinctively wrapped her arms around Francis' neck.
Directly opposite the sofa was a large glass pane. Harper didn't know what it was for, but right now, it looked like a mirror. She could clearly see their position in it.
Francis was holding her bottom with one hand to keep her steady, while his injured arm was loosely draped around her waist. This position made her heart race and her face flush.
Francis, observing Harper's red, full earlobes up close, felt a string in his heart being plucked, his eyes darkening. "Okay, okay." His Adam's apple bobbed, and he said hoarsely, "I've touched you all over. It's incredibly soft."
Harper's face was so hot it felt like it was about to steam, and the atmosphere became entirely inappropriate.
She felt Francis' long fingers gently caressing her earlobe playfully. Those beautiful dark eyes of his were even more intense.
Harper was so embarrassed she felt like his gaze was stripping her bare. Her ears were getting hotter by the second. She never realized a simple touch could be so electrifying. Her whole body felt like it was about to float away.
Harper's last shred of sanity had her struggling. "Francis, cut it out," she said awkwardly.
Francis' fingers kept playing with her earlobe, not wanting to let go. "Cut what out?" His voice was all husky and full of desire.
'Francis, why you gotta be like this?' Harper thought. Blushing, she softly reminded him, "This isn't your place."
Francis' eyes darkened, and he asked hoarsely, "So, if we were at my place, it'd be cool?"
Harper was so shocked she didn't know what to say.
Seeing her stunned, Francis couldn't help but plant a kiss on her lips.
Right then, Wesley walked out.
"No problem..." Wesley started, holding a report, but froze when he saw them. He stammered, "Oh, don't mind me."
Wesley quickly turned and went back inside.
Harper was mortified, her face turning bright red! "Let go of me!" She punched Francis' firm chest, feeling so embarrassed she was about to cry.
Knowing she was super shy, Francis let her go without teasing her further. Harper, still red-faced, said angrily, "I mean, not here."
Just thinking about Wesley's expression made her cringe. How could she face him again?
"My bad. I'll be more careful next time," Francis promised.
Harper's eyelid twitched, "What next time? There is no next time!"
Francis chuckled softly.
Francis went inside to check on things, while Harper waited in the car. When he got back in, he raised the partition before speaking. "Read the report. All good."
Harper's anxious heart relaxed a bit.
Francis said seriously, "You need to be careful lately. We don't know if these people are being pushed by someone. I've got my guys looking into it. But do you think one female bodyguard is enough? Let me get a few more to watch your back."
Francis didn't trust the bodyguard Jasper had found for her at all! Like tonight, her bodyguard, Isla, was MIA.
Actually, Isla had taken a few days off for some reason. And since things had been chill lately, Harper hadn't mentioned it to Jasper.
Harper thought about her plans for the next few days and found it inconvenient to have too many people around her, so she waved her hand and said, "I'll be careful, but no need for more bodyguards."
Francis saw her refusal and felt a bit miffed, but he couldn't force her. "Then promise me you'll check in with me wherever you go."
Harper paused. He was worried about her, and it made her heart feel all warm and fuzzy.
Francis pinched her chin, shook her face slightly, and said discontentedly, "Promise me."
Seeing the concern in his eyes, Harper felt like she was under a spell and nodded.
Francis instantly brightened up and leaned in to kiss her. Then, he rested his chin on her head and hugged her tightly.
Francis' hot breath tickled her hair, making her feel all tingly. Harper, afraid of touching his injured arm, struggled a bit.
Francis tightened his hold and said in a magnetic voice, "Just let me hold you for a while."
That coaxing tone was a bit too much. Harper's ears were burning, and she stopped moving.
"Harper," he called her name and then inexplicably sighed. "I'm kinda pissed today."
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