Chapter 478 Engagement Dress
For five days straight, Francis ditched the office and holed up at the villa with Harper. Harper wasn't as lucky; she still had to hit the studio.
While she was out, Francis was home alone. He picked up some cooking tips from Zoey, so every night when Harper got back, she had a meal whipped up by Francis himself. His soup? Way better than Zoey's, and she'd been at it for decades.
Harper was blown away and asked, "How'd you get so good at cooking?"
Back when they were together before, Francis never cooked, and she had no clue he could. His skills didn't seem like someone who just started learning.
Francis raised an eyebrow and said casually, "If you wanna learn, it's not that hard. Making soup's all about timing and proportions. Too long, it's bland; too short, it's not fresh. Get the timing right and pick the right stuff, and it'll taste good and be healthy."
Harper was amazed by his explanation. Francis was a quick learner, no doubt.
After downing a big bowl of soup, Harper said, "You've spoiled my taste buds."
Francis gently wiped her mouth with a wet napkin and said, "Thanks, Harper, for letting me stay. Serving you well is my job."
Francis tossed the napkin in the trash and asked, "Which was better, the soup at lunch or dinner?"
It hit her. At noon, Francis had called to ask if he should bring her food. But she was having lunch with a business partner then. The partner had eagerly served her a bowl of soup, saying, "Ms. Murphy, have some of this; it’s great for your skin."
Since it was a guy who said it, Francis had remembered it all afternoon until now.
Harper laughed, "The lunch soup was pretty good; it was made by a top chef."
"How good?" Francis leaned in, picked her up to go wash up, and asked, "Better than mine?"
These past few days, Harper didn't need to use her legs when she got home at night. Francis loved carrying her around.
Harper wrapped her arms around his neck and laughed, "The dinner soup tasted a bit off. Maybe some jealousy in it?"
Francis got what she meant and smiled, "Waiting at home all day for the boss lady to come back and talk about another guy would make any man jealous."
Harper snorted, "Now you know how I felt before."
Francis went quiet. So this was how she felt waiting for him at home before? It was tough.
Seeing Francis silent, Harper lifted his chin with her finger, teasing him, "Serve me well, and I'll come back early after my next social engagement."
Francis looked down at her, his voice husky, "I'll definitely serve you well."
After washing her face and brushing her teeth, Harper was ready for a bath. As long as she didn't come back too late, she'd soak in the tub for a while.
Francis was also washing up slowly on the side. Harper stood waiting for him to leave. Unexpectedly, after washing up, he didn't leave but carried her into the bathtub, turned on the shower, and the water soaked most of their clothes.
Even though it wasn't cold, it still startled Harper. She said, "Francis, we're all wet."
"We can just take our clothes off," Francis said. The shower was still spraying water, and they were both almost entirely wet.
Harper was wearing a professional knee-length dress, which looked normal and quite conservative during the day. But now that it was wet, it clung to her curves, making her look exceptionally alluring.
Francis's clothes were also wet, and his white shirt, soaked with water, was see-through. His extremely enticing abs were visible now.
Harper's face turned red, and her ears burned. She pushed him away uncomfortably and said, "Let me get up first."
"You said I should serve you well," Francis's voice was all husky and seductive. "Let me help you take it off."
He slowly unzipped her dress, and the warm water flowing over her body felt amazing.
In the steamy bathroom, the only sounds were their intimate actions.
Harper grunted, "Mm, don't touch there."
Francis chuckled, lifted his head, and asked, slightly out of breath, "Satisfied?"
Harper bit her lip in embarrassment, but the sounds of her pleasure still escaped her throat.
She was going nuts! Francis had so much energy when he wasn't working! Every day was something new.
The next day, Francis got up super early to make breakfast. Harper heard the alarm, instinctively turned it off, and went back to sleep for a bit before she jumped up reflexively.
She had an important client meeting in the morning and couldn't be late.
She checked the time and was relieved she hadn't overslept; there was still enough time. Slipping on her slippers, Harper groggily went to wash up.
Francis came in and saw Harper daydreaming with a toothbrush in her mouth and couldn't help but laugh. He walked over, supported her with his hands, brushed her teeth for her, and carefully washed her face.
Seeing Harper still looking dazed, he said gently, "Why don't you sleep a bit longer?"
Harper rested her head on his shoulder and said, "No, I have a client meeting. It's all your fault."
Last night, they had messed around from the bathroom to the mirror and finally to the bed, exhausting her completely.
Harper leaned on him dependently, which made Francis feel really good. His eyes sparkled, and a faint smile spread across his face as he said, "Yeah, it's my fault. I wanted to impress you."
Harper blushed and punched his chest. Only then did she notice he was wearing a suit and tie. She was slightly surprised and asked, "Are you going out?"
Francis nodded and replied, "Yeah, back to the company."
Harper became more alert and asked, "Is the audit result out?"
Francis answered promptly, "Yeah."
Harper felt worried but didn't want to say anything discouraging. She hugged him back and said, "I'll be waiting for you at home."
At this moment, in Francis's ears, no sweet words could compare to this sentence from the woman he liked. Francis smiled and kissed her forehead. "Yeah, wait for me."
After Harper arrived at the studio, she felt restless all day. She was really afraid of bad news and kept checking the news platforms to see if there was any. But by the end of the day, there was no news from the Getty Group. She suppressed her worries and didn't disturb Francis.
In the afternoon, instead of news from the Getty Group, she received an order. A customer specifically requested to see Harper to order an expensive dress.
A dress worth tens of thousands of dollars specifically requested Harper, which wasn't surprising. After all, some customers came for Harper's skills.
When Harper arrived at the VIP reception room, she saw a woman in a red dress sitting with her back to her.
Harper walked over and greeted politely, "Hello, I'm Harper Murphy, the manager of Elodie Studios."
The woman turned around, and it was Audrey.
"It's you?" Harper frowned.
Audrey snorted almost inaudibly, "What attitude is this? Is this how your studio treats esteemed customers? No wonder you're going out of business."
Harper could tell that Audrey was here to cause trouble. She remained calm and questioned, "Ms. Hernandez, are you here to place an order or to chat? If you're here to chat, I'm sorry I don't have time for you."
Audrey's face turned cold as she said, "Of course, I'm here to place an order."
Harper said promptly, "Alright then, Lucy, come over and take Ms. Hernandez's measurements and record them."
"What's the rush?" Audrey seated herself slowly and said, "I haven't told you my requirements yet."
Harper asked professionally, "Ms. Hernandez, what are your requirements?"
Audrey said, "I want to order an engagement dress."
Seeing Harper's slight surprise, Audrey felt very pleased. She touched her belly and said smugly, "If you do a good job, I'll order my wedding dress here too."
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