Chapter 477 How about a Little Faith in Me?
Harper pinched her earlobes with her hands, spotted Francis, and blinked in surprise. "You're up?"
Just a moment ago, some foam had bubbled over from the pot, and she’d burned herself trying to handle it.
Francis noticed her red fingertips, turned off the stove, and whisked her over to the sink to rinse them off. Then, he carried her to the couch, grabbed some burn ointment, and expertly applied it.
Harper waved him off. "Nah, just some ice will do."
Francis dutifully fetched some ice and gently rubbed it on her fingertips. The coolness felt amazing. "You goof, why are you making oatmeal so late?"
Harper shrugged. "Wanted you to have something to eat when you woke up."
Francis paused, his eyebrows arching slightly as he looked at Harper, all clean and pure. When she was hurt, she could be so cold, but when she loved, she loved fiercely.
Francis broke into a wide grin. The dreams he had as a kid seemed to be coming true right now. He leaned in, kissed her lips, and with a husky voice said, "But right now, I wanna eat you first."
Before Harper could react, he kissed her again. It was cold—an ice cube. He had an ice cube in his mouth and kissed her.
His hot tongue wrapped around the ice cube, touching every nerve on her tongue, the intense sensation making her body go limp.
Francis held the back of her head with one hand and slowly slipped the other hand under her clothes. The sweet scent of her made him want to hold her tight.
Harper let out a soft, kitten-like whimper. Francis's eyes darkened, and he lightly bit her tongue, mixing warmth and cold. The pain turned into a strange sweetness. Harper wrapped her arms around Francis's neck, her dazed response even more alluring. Francis's Adam's apple bobbed, heat rising from below, and they melted into each other.
A while later, Harper's flushed cheek rested against Francis's chest, feeling his strong heartbeat and sexy breathing. She had changed into a long nightgown, her smooth, beautiful feet peeking out, glowing.
She had planned to comfort him today, but he ended up taking care of her again. After their heated moment, he had carried her to wash up and changed her clothes, making Harper feel like a princess.
After a bit, Francis got up and brought over the oatmeal. He set it down, sat her on his lap, and fed her the warm oatmeal with a spoon.
Harper squirmed a bit, embarrassed. "I can do it myself."
Francis didn't let her, patiently feeding her.
Harper obediently finished the bowl of oatmeal. Francis chuckled, set her down, then got up and finished the big bowl of oatmeal himself.
After cleaning up, they went to wash up together. After washing up, Francis scooped her up and carried her back to the bedroom.
"Want me to sleep with you?" he asked.
Harper blushed, feeling that with him there, she wouldn't be able to sleep.
Harper said, "I can't have another around."
Francis laughed out loud and lay down beside her, saying, "You need more practice so you can handle more."
Harper felt unconvinced and said, "It's because of your so many tricks in bed."
She thought for a moment, then asked somewhat suspiciously, "Francis, where did you learn all this?"
That ice cube really left an impression on her.
Francis rolled over, propped his head up with his hand, and looked at her. "Most guys just pick it up on their own."
Harper wasn't buying it. "You're full of it."
Francis grabbed her arm, gently rubbing her wrist, and said in a husky voice, "Lesson one: think about it. You'll figure it out."
Even in plain white pajamas, he made the ordinary look classy and hot. He was actually trying to teach her some tricks.
Harper couldn't take it anymore and kicked him. "Francis, cut it out."
Francis trapped her restless feet with his legs, kissed her wrist, and said, "It's all for you. I thought you'd like it."
Harper shot back, "Says who?"
Francis chuckled, "Who was the one asking Jasper for help with that sweet voice?"
Harper blushed, embarrassed. "You heard that?"
Francis raised an eyebrow. "I heard you asking Jasper to save your husband."
Harper's ears turned red. "I didn't say 'save my husband.'"
"Then what was it?" Francis teased, "Save your boyfriend?"
"What boyfriend? Stop talking nonsense." Harper glared at him, embarrassed and angry.
Francis smirked, "Yeah, a husband is way better than a boyfriend."
He got serious. "So Harper, when are you gonna marry me?"
Seeing Francis like this, he didn't seem like the guy who was upset about being framed. Harper couldn't help but doubt, "Are you really in danger this time?"
Francis shrugged, "I've come to crash at your place, what do you think?"
Harper asked, "So you can't keep your job as president?"
Francis's eyelashes lowered slightly, looking a bit down. "Maybe not."
Harper bit her lip and suggested, "Francis, I have 8 billion dollars. My dad said it was left by my mom for my wedding. Maybe you could..."
Francis caught the key point and smiled, "You're giving me your wedding money, and you still won't admit you're saving your husband?"
He reached out and pinched her soft chin. "You little liar."
Harper frowned. "I'm serious."
She knew Francis was too proud to take her money, so she said, "Just think of it as a loan."
Francis almost couldn't hold back his laughter. He forced himself to say, "Such a big favor, I gotta WORK HARD to pay it back, right?"
Harper's ears turned hot. "Who wants you to pay with your body?"
Francis's eyebrows raised slightly, his eyes deep. "I thought you were pretty happy with my performance just now?"
"Oh, do you ever get serious?" Harper buried her face in the pillow, annoyed.
Francis's heart felt warm, and he leaned over to wrap an arm around her waist. "How about a little faith in me?" he said.
Harper suddenly turned her face and asked, "Are you playing along with their plan?"
Francis kissed her forehead and said calmly, "Just trust me."
Of course, Harper trusted him. Francis's talent and ability were way above those in the Getty Group. Without Francis, the Getty Group would probably fall apart.
They chatted for a while longer, and Harper fell asleep peacefully in his arms. In the quiet of the night, Francis stared at her clean face, full of love, for a long time. Then, he quietly got out of bed, closed the door, and left the bedroom.
He took out his phone and made a call. After some voice came through, Francis's voice was low as he responded, "Not time yet. We can still sit tight for a bit longer."
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