Chapter 439 Losing You Would Drive Me Crazy
Francis' lips thinned into a tight line, and he snapped, "Move it!"
Harper's eyes were all teary as she grabbed his arm with all her strength.
Francis clenched his teeth and pulled with everything he had. Harper felt herself lift a bit, only to slip back down again.
The ground under Francis gave way again, sending small rocks tumbling. Harper slid further with the falling debris, making things super sketchy.
The mountain, soaked from days of rain, wasn't helping either.
Harper saw the ground crumbling more and felt a chill run through her. If this kept up, they'd both be toast.
Harper swallowed her fear and tried to sound upbeat, "Francis, didn't you ask if I missed you?"
"Harper," Francis' voice was rough and deep, "Shut up."
He was saving his strength, determined to hold on until help arrived. The bodyguards would find them in ten minutes, tops.
Ten minutes, and they'd be saved.
Harper suddenly blurted, "I miss you."
Francis' body shook at her words.
When Harper spoke again, she couldn't stop the sobs, "I miss you so much."
She was about to die; this was her only shot to say it.
Since she came back, Francis had been nothing but good to her. Even when she clung to the past, acted crazy, caused trouble, pissed him off, and hit him, he stayed the same. He stuck by her, silently protecting her. If only she'd realized sooner.
But now, it was too late.
Harper's eyes were red as she softly said, "Francis, let go."
Her gaze filled Francis with a panic he couldn't explain. "I won't let anything happen to you," he said firmly.
Harper bit her lower lip so hard it turned white.
"Francis, Agnes can't lose both of her parents." With that, she let go of his hand, only one of hers in his grip.
"Don't let go!" Francis growled. He slid forward a bit more.
"Harper," Francis rasped, "We can make it!"
Harper's eyes were filled with sorrow; she couldn't lie to herself anymore. If she didn't act now, Francis would be dragged down with her.
Her eyes turned cold as she said harshly, "Francis, I really hate you. Let go."
Francis knew she was trying to piss him off, but it still stung. He smiled bitterly, "Hate me all you want. I'm not leaving you!"
Francis gripped her wrist tightly, his eyes bloodshot. "You're stuck with me. Forever!"
The ground beneath him gave way again, leaving no support.
They had maybe a minute, tops.
Harper wanted to say something harsh, but the looming separation made tears stream down her face. She wiped her tears, trying to memorize his face. Her sadness and attachment told her to take one last look.
"Francis," she said, her eyes softening, "I'm sorry."
Francis said resolutely, "I will save you."
A tear fell from Francis' bloodshot eyes. He roared, "I won't let go."
"Take care of Agnes," Harper said.
Then, before the ground could collapse again, she broke free.
"No!" Francis' heart-wrenching scream echoed above.
Harper's body fell like a broken-winged butterfly, drifting down.
As expected, the ground above disintegrated again, debris falling continuously. She was glad she made the right call and saved him.
Suddenly, Harper saw a large shadow plummeting down. Francis, eyes bloodshot, gritted his teeth and jumped without hesitation.
The bodyguards' collective gasp came from above. "Mr. Getty!"
Francis didn't hear them, his cold eyes locked on the fragile figure below, reaching out with all his might to grab her.
Harper's eyes went wide, totally shocked by what she was seeing. Francis actually jumped down with her! Tears started streaming down her face again.
Didn't he get that jumping could mean death?
Harper used all her strength to reach up, and just as their fingertips touched, Francis yanked her into his arms, holding her tight like he never wanted to let go.
With a loud splash, they both plunged into the deep pool, sending a huge wave crashing up. As the water hit them hard, Harper's tense body finally relaxed.
It was water. They were in water. They weren't gonna die.
Harper always thought she sucked at swimming, but the moment she hit the pool, she floated up like it was second nature.
In the first second after she surfaced, she freaked out and yelled, "Francis, Francis!"
No sound came from the bottom of the pool, and she panicked, taking a deep breath and diving back down to find him.
The next second, she was lifted out of the water.
Francis' hair was soaked, dripping with water as he casually brushed it back, looking annoyingly handsome. He carried her back to the shore, saying in a deep voice, "I'm here."
Harper was stunned for a moment, then suddenly hugged him tight and cried loudly. "You scared me to death."
She cried, her heart full of lingering fear.
This madman. He actually jumped down with her.
She angrily pounded Francis' shoulder, not very hard, but very angrily. "You're crazy, you really are crazy."
Then she felt heartache and smiled foolishly, "Thank God you're okay."
Seeing her crying and laughing like a kid, Francis beamed. Then, he reached out and hugged her tightly.
"I'm not crazy," he said. "Losing you would drive me crazy."
Harper felt her heart hit by a surge of warmth, like a gap had been opened.
Francis held her tightly, his eyes full of emotions.
Harper realized Francis was actually trembling. She blinked, a bit at a loss, and only then realized that Francis was scared too!
Francis said hoarsely, "Harper, promise me. Don't leave me!"
Harper mumbled, "I..."
He suddenly let go of her, his eyes very dark and very cold. "Promise me!" His tone was commanding, mixed with fury. They survived the ordeal, and now it was time to settle accounts.
Harper knew what he was afraid of and said softly, "I promise I won't leave you."
This still didn't ease Francis' expression; his anger couldn't be quelled. He raised his hand to pinch her face, his eyes glinting with coldness.
"When you risked your life to save that boy, did you consider..." Francis breathed.
Francis wanted to ask, "Did you consider me?" After a pause, he changed his words, "Did you consider Agnes?"
Harper's face hurt from his grip. But she didn't dodge as he vented his anger. "I did. I didn't risk my life; I made a misjudgment."
At that time, if she had reacted a bit faster, she could have climbed the tree with Bradley.
Thinking of Bradley, she asked, "What about that little boy?"
Seeing her still concerned about others at this moment, Francis instantly lost his patience and said coldly, "Sold."
After saying that, he let go of her and turned to walk into the dense forest, seeming to ditch her.
"Francis," Harper knew what he was angry about and quickly caught up, calling him softly.
Francis acted as if he didn't hear, his face cold, striding forward.
Harper's calves were bruised by the rocks, and it hurt more with every step. Harper couldn't keep up, so she deliberately cried out in pain louder.
As expected, Francis halted, turned around, and grabbed her shoulders, asking anxiously, "What's wrong?"
Francis stood tall by her side, his eyes and brows cold and sharp. No matter how disheveled, his face was always outstandingly handsome.
Harper slightly stood on tiptoe and kissed his cheek. "Francis, don't be mad at me."
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