Chapter 455 What Husband?
Harper didn't wanna say another word to him and turned to head inside, but Keith grabbed her wrist, hard.
Keith snapped, "Francis messed you up before, and you still run back to him. Are you that desperate?"
Keith's eyes were bloodshot, like a demon crawling outta hell, staring her down. He added, "He married you 'cause of his grandpa, not 'cause he loved you. He was using you. Why can he do it, but I can't?"
Keith knew this hit a nerve for Harper, so he hammered it home. Even Francis, who was struggling to get up in the room to take her back, froze. He wanted to know what she was thinking too.
"Harper, I admit I was using you at first, but then I really fell for you. Do you know how crushed I was when you pushed me away? I watched you leave with Francis, and during all those days and nights I was in a coma, I kept dreaming about you. You were the reason I woke up." Keith finally dropped his act, almost begging with his earnest words.
Keith said, almost pleading, "Harper, I've got everything Francis has. I can give you whatever he can. Come back to me, let's start over, okay?"
Harper looked at the fading light in Keith's eyes and felt he was losing it. She told him straight up, "Keith, don't you get it? I was never with you. How can I go back to you? We never started, so how can we start over?"
Those words hit like a ton of bricks. Keith's handsome face turned purple, then white, then purple again. His thin lips moved for a long time before he asked, "Why?"
Harper thought for a moment. Maybe it was 'cause Francis was willing to see Agnes as his own kid even when he didn't know she was actually his. Also, he had saved her from danger multiple times, especially that time he jumped down without thinking about his own safety, which was truly shocking.
Francis had silently done so much for her but never bragged about it or asked for anything in return. Her heart wasn't made of stone; how could she not be moved by his affection?
Emotions were hard to explain, but in a relationship, what really touched her wasn't the flashy sweet talk, but sincerity.
Harper looked at Keith and told him seriously, "It's his sincerity. He risked his life to be good to me, and I won't let him lose to you."
After saying that, she turned and walked into Francis's room.
Keith watched her determined back, his fists clenching tighter and tighter. Sincerity was the one thing he couldn't give. He was brought up like trash, but he refused to be looked down on. So he packaged himself, pretending to be a positive, sunny guy. Over time, this mask had become so fixed that it couldn't be removed. He was the only one who knew how rotten he was inside. How could a rotten man be sincere to others?
Keith looked at the closed door, imagining the couple inside getting intimate. His tightly clenched fists suddenly relaxed, and a strange smile appeared on his gentle face.
The game was just getting started. He who laughs last, laughs best. When he had it all, she would be only one of his many possesions that were at his mercy.
Harper opened the door, and there stood tall Francis, not avoiding her but locking eyes with his dark, intense gaze. Harper felt her face heat up. She figured since they decided to get back together, they should be straight with each other. So she had that chat with Keith right outside the door, letting Francis hear everything and feel reassured.
But thinking it through was one thing; standing in front of him, the words she just said still made her blush.
She looked at Francis's pale, handsome face and said with a bit of worry, "Why'd you get out of bed? Let me help you lie down."
He had just woken up and still needed a crutch to stand.
She reached out to help him, but before she could touch him, Francis had already pulled her into his arms, holding her so tight she could barely breathe.
"Francis?" Harper's heart tightened, thinking he was still too weak to stand long. She said anxiously, "Where do you feel uncomfortable? I'll call the doctor."
That instinctive concern was impossible to hide.
"No." Francis's deep voice sounded softly above her head as he said, "No."
His voice seemed a bit emotional, even choked as he solemnly and slowly said, "Thank you for coming back to me."
Harper felt like a cotton candy had grown inside her body, making her heart go all soft.
"I should thank you, too." She reached out to hug him back, saying, "Thank you for not giving up on me."
If it weren't for Francis, she probably wouldn't be here anymore. He risked his life to save her, and he earned her gratitude.
Francis lowered his head, his eyes filled with a smile. The carefully nurtured little flower of his effort had started to bear fruit; how could he not be happy?
Francis said gleefully, "You never have to say thank you to me. Your husband won't let you down."
Harper's face turned red again, and she mumbled softly, "What husband?"
They hadn't gotten married yet, so at most, they were just lovers.
Francis smiled, "I was your husband for a day, so I am your husband for life."
He knew it was hard for her to take this step, so he had been patiently waiting. When she completely gave her heart to him, he would make their relationship official.
Harper's ears turned red, and she gently pushed him, saying, "Let's get you to bed. You still need rest. Your body can't it anymore if you keep standing like this."
Francis's eyes deepened, and he lowered his head, his lips approaching, saying, "Yeah, I can't take it anymore."
Before Harper could say anything, Francis kissed her, but it was just a brief touch. Since their last intimate moment, it had been almost a month. Even this light touch made them both blush.
Francis stopped teasing her and said, "Let's get to bed."
She carefully helped him to bed.
After the bed was adjusted, she, as usual, prepared to sit on the chair beside the bed, but Francis grabbed her hand. He glanced at her and said, "Hop on."
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