Chapter 457 I'll Give You a Bath Next Time
Harper listened to Francis's blunt words, biting her lip and at a loss for words.
Francis asked, "Did the doc tell you that patients need to stay in a good mood?"
Harper nodded.
Francis continued, "And don't they need to keep their body and mind comfy too?"
He stressed the words, making Harper's ears burn.
Francis said, "Right now, I'm not comfy at all, so I can't be in a good mood. What do you think we should do?"
Harper, still a bit out of it, asked blankly, "What should we do?"
Francis leaned in, nibbling her earlobe, his voice all sexy and lazy, "Help me out, okay?"
Under the bright light, Francis's eyes sparkled with charm as he stared at her lips. Even though the curtains were drawn, Harper knew it was broad daylight. It felt a bit too much.
But she had just enjoyed it, and leaving him hanging seemed kinda rude. Blushing, she slowly pulled back the covers, sliding down, only to be yanked back up by a big hand.
Francis's breath was warm as he asked, "Where you going?"
Harper's cheeks turned rosy as she shyly said, "Helping you..."
Francis chuckled, squeezing her hand, "I didn't mean that."
Harper was stunned. He didn't want that? Then why had he been staring at her mouth?
Seeing her confused look, Francis laughed again, "I haven't washed in days."
So he was grossed out by himself.
Harper, feeling a bit dismissed, softly protested, "It's not that bad. I wipe you down every day."
Francis almost laughed, pinching her lips, "I let you off, and you still wanna give yourself to me?"
His eyes were full of desire, dangerous yet charming, "Or should I fulfill your wish?"
Harper swallowed, her throat dry. She obediently placed her hand in his and said, "Forget it. It's kinda tiring."
Her face blushed again, and after their little game, Harper still had to wipe him down to keep him clean. It was fine when he was asleep, but now that he was awake, it felt different.
Harper hadn't even started wiping, and her face was already red. Francis teased her, "Didn't you say you wipe me down every day? Why not today?"
Harper replied, "You're awake now. I'll get a nurse for you."
Francis's voice was hoarse, "Can I let another woman see my body?"
Harper's ears burned red as she muttered, "What's so great to look at?"
Francis chuckled, his voice low and magnetic, "Goodlooking or not, it works pretty well."
Harper, blushing furiously, wiped him down. She used to do it three times a day, thinking she was used to it. Now she realized she wasn't. Wiping a sleeping man's body was very different when he was awake. Every inch of Francis's skin seemed to wake up, the scent of hormones particularly strong.
After wiping him down, Harper went to take a shower herself to wash off the sticky sweat. When she came out, Francis grabbed her red little hand, feeling a bit sorry.
Francis said, "Tired? How about some sleep?"
Harper snuggled up next to him. She was wiped out. The past few days had been a total drain, mentally and physically. Only lying next to him made her feel safe.
Francis, seeing her trust, felt a bit underestimated. He leaned in, his breath warm and teasing, "When I'm better, we're definitely gonna have some fun."
Harper's ears turned red, and she turned her face away, refusing to look at him.
Seeing her blush, Francis felt his body heat up again, a desire to kiss her rising.
Harper was kissed to the point of tears. Why was he teasing her again?
"No more," Harper protested, "I'll have to shower again."
Francis's voice was hoarse, "Next time, I'll give you a bath."
Harper's face heated up. Her hands still worked; what was the need for him to give her a bath?
They just lay there, not feeling sleepy, but comfortable, cherishing their time together. Francis, seeing she was wide awake, asked, "Did my mom hit you today?"
Abigail was weak in strength, and her slap didn't leave a mark. But Francis had been in a half-awake state and wasn't sure. So, he was just suspicious of the existence of the assault.
Harper lowered her eyes, picking at her fingers. When Francis wasn't awake, she didn't feel anything, but now that he asked, she felt a bit wronged.
Francis's eyes gleamed with coldness. He had thought it was an illusion, but it turned out to be true. He lowered his head and kissed her cheek, full of tenderness, "I'll get justice for you."
Harper said soothingly, "Forget it, it doesn't hurt much. I'll be more careful in the future."
Harper didn't want to stir up conflict between him and his mom.
In her memory, Abigail had been very kind to her. Even though she later felt sorry for Francis's changed attitude towards her, it wasn't as harsh as today. Harper felt something was off. She asked, "Don't you think Abigail is acting a bit strange?"
Harper thought about it and felt that no matter how sad Abigail was, her personality shouldn't change so drastically.
Francis answered, "Yeah, ever since I distanced myself from her five years ago, she's changed."
Harper mumbled, "Five years ago."
Maybe it was because Abigail learned that Francis had found out what she had told Harper.
Francis didn't seem to want to talk about the past anymore. He reminded her, "My mom relies heavily on Audrey. If you see them together, don't be upset."
Harper shook her head, "I won't."
Her values were never based on others, nor would she try to please those who didn't like her. But Abigail's behavior always left her feeling a bit regretful.
Thinking about today's events, Harper asked him, "What exactly does Keith want?"
Francis had long known that Ryan had an illegitimate child and had been guarding against it. But after investigating for a long time, he couldn't find out who it was. Now it all made sense.
He answered Harper, "He wants the inheritance."
Harper didn't understand the internal affairs of the Getty Group, but she trusted Francis's ability. In the country, no one could bring him down, so she wasn't worried.
Seeing her calm face, Francis pinched her plump lips and asked, "What if I really get ousted?"
Harper, still annoyed by his earlier teasing, retorted, "Sell you off for a good price."
Francis bit her full earlobe hard, his voice extremely hoarse, "If I'm sold, who will take care of you?"
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