Chapter 424 How Should I Thank You?
Harper could tell Francis was ticked off, but she had no clue why. She asked him softly, "What's got you so mad?"
Francis was so mad he actually laughed. He'd been fuming for ages, and she didn't even know why!
He said, "You keep pushing me away."
Harper started to get it. "Is it 'cause I gave the money back?"
"Yeah, we're married. No matter how much I gave Thorne for you, it's my job," Francis said, dead serious.
Harper was speechless.
Francis took a step back, his eyes full of emotion. "I thought I could at least make it till tomorrow without seeing you, but I was already losing it before it even got dark. By the time the meeting ended, I couldn't stop myself from coming to you. Didn't think I was this pathetic."
Francis chuckled, kinda mocking himself.
His confession made Harper's eyelashes flutter. She didn't know how to feel or how to deal with this gentle yet bossy Francis.
After a moment, she said, "Thanks for tonight."
He'd helped her and even got hurt. She owed him a proper thank you.
Francis' intense gaze softened a bit. "How are you gonna thank me?"
Harper's heart skipped a beat under his stare. "What do you want?"
Francis looked at her, his eyes burning with clear desire. Harper's face turned red instantly. She'd already prepared to reject his unreasonable demands.
Francis' lips curved slightly. "Cook for me."
"What?" Harper asked, surprised.
"I want you to cook for me," Francis repeated.
Harper didn't expect his request to be so simple. She thought he’d ask for something more... intimate.
"Is that all?" she asked again.
Francis didn't just want that, but he didn't want to push her too hard.
He looked at her deeply. "What? Not enough for you?"
"Huh?" Harper was stunned.
"Then I want one more thing." Francis smiled and leaned down to kiss her, picking up where he left off.
Harper was forced to accept his passionate kiss. Somehow, his tongue invaded her mouth, tangling with her soft little tongue.
Harper was kissed into a daze, unable to control the moans escaping her mouth. She felt so embarrassed! She couldn't even handle a kiss with him.
And Victor was driving in the front. Would he hear anything?
This thrill made her feel like she was having an affair.
Her involuntary moan seemed to excite Francis. He cupped the back of her head and pressed her against the soft leather seat, one leg pinning Harper's legs, almost straddling her.
It was an intimate position with him on top and her below.
Francis resumed licking her lips, nibbling bit by bit, slowly moving to the wetter inner walls, entering, and savoring.
The kiss was hot and lasted a long time. When he finally let go, Harper felt her lips go numb from Francis' kiss.
Francis looked at her with a meaningful expression. "Now you won't be that hard-headed."
Harper felt extremely embarrassed and wanted to crawl into a hole.
Francis loved seeing Harper's face turn red from his teasing. He arched an eyebrow and said, "A meal and a kiss, is that enough?"
Harper was about to lose it. She thought, 'What do you mean 'is that enough'? Makes it sound like I'm never satisfied.'
"Enough!" She tried to sound firm, but her lips were still numb, and her voice came out all shaky, more like a whiny plea.
Francis looked at her flushed face, his handsome mug getting closer, his tone all teasing, "Why do you look like you don't like this deal?"
Harper's back was against the seat, nowhere to run. She could only watch as Francis got closer and closer.
She figured if she said she didn't like it, Francis would kiss her until her legs turned to jelly again.
Harper didn't argue anymore, her voice coming out with a sob, "I like it. I really like it."
"Even if you like it, no more kisses. I'm afraid..." Francis' voice was hoarse, pausing for a second, then he bit Harper's plump, round earlobe and said, "Afraid I won't be able to resist eating you up."
The car finally pulled up at Serenity Manor. The wind couldn't blow away the blush on Harper's face, because on the way,Francis, who said he wouldn't kiss her again, ended up kissing her more than once.
Harper was too embarrassed to look at him. But Francis was in an unusually good mood, feeling all comfy from head to toe.
He got out of the car to walk her inside. At the door, he said softly, "Harper, please don't push me away anymore, okay?"
Harper was stunned and mumbled, "I..."
But Francis wasn't in a rush to hear the answer. He said calmly, "Think about it and then answer me."
Maybe he was also a bit scared and a bit hesitant to hear the answer.
That night, Harper lay in bed, tossing and turning, her mind full of today's events.
Was this a reconciliation? If yes, it felt like something was missing. If no, their kisses and hugs, only intimate lovers would do those things.
When Harper felt stressed out, her phone vibrated. She picked it up and saw a message from Francis.
Francis: [Tomorrow I have to go to Southvale for a short trip, back by noon the next day. Let me know if you go anywhere.]
This clear knowledge of what he was doing gave her a sense of security.
Harper's face heated up as she read it, and then she frowned slightly and thought, 'Who asked him to report? I don't care about your schedule, okay?'
After her mind wandered for a while, Harper threw her phone aside, buried her head in the pillow, and told herself, "Stop thinking about what's coming. Sleep. Now."
In Emerald Isle.
A spacious and bright living room.
Arthur, with a refined face, sat on the sofa, swirling a goblet of red wine in his hand, his tone leisurely as he said, "Is everything cleaned up?"
A subordinate replied, "Yes, Mr. Hernandez."
"What about the blood test results?" Arthur asked.
The subordinate handed over a sealed document with both hands, respectfully saying, "Please take a look."
Arthur placed the wine glass on the table, slowly opened the document, and glanced at it. It said 99.99%.
A cold smile appeared on Arthur's lips. He got to his feet and put the document into the shredder. Then, he opened a sealed iron door and walked into a basement.
Although it was called a basement, the interior looked extremely luxurious and high-end. He walked step by step to the bed, where a woman in her thirties was sleeping. She had a high nose bridge, long eyelashes, and an unusually beautiful sleeping face.
Arthur leaned down slightly, kissed the woman's forehead, and said with infatuation, "Elodie, your daughter is really lucky. Do you think I should keep her or not?"
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