Chapter 64 He Really Cares About You
The driver quickly shouted, "Who do I go to for the money!?"
At that moment, Victor arrived and stopped the driver, "Sir, come with me."
Harper sat in the back seat, feeling dazed and numb.
The sound of thunder pounded on her heart.
It made her feel so cold.
She thought she could accept Francis being with Chloe, but seeing them together with her own eyes still made her incredibly upset.
She scolded herself for being so foolish, for making promises to not let him break her heart, yet finding herself unable to resist the flood of emotions.
Her heart throbbed with such intensity that she futilely attempted to quell the pain, only to find it impossible to contain.
"Screech——"
A piercing sound.
Harper lurched forward abruptly, and if she hadn't been strapped in by her seatbelt, she would have been thrown out of her seat.
With an abrupt slam on the brakes, the driver unleashed a string of curses at the vehicle that had stopped suddenly in front of them. "You crazy person, learn to drive!"
In the pouring rain.
A man's figure stood tall, walking against the wind and rain.
He pulled open the backseat door and looked at the huddled girl inside, his deep phoenix eyes growing deeper.
"Get out of the car."
Harper froze for a moment, not expecting him to actually chase after her.
This time, he was completely soaked, rainwater dripping from his long eyelashes. Even in a disheveled state, he was still handsome.
Francis grabbed her hand when she remained silent.
Harper stiffened for a second before pulling away, "Mr. Getty, please go back."
But he didn't let go. His phoenix eyes stared at her, "Why did you come?"
Harper's gaze turned dimly determined as she stubbornly turned her head, "I didn't come to see you."
Francis remained noncommittal and continued to ask, "Then why did you run away? Do you still care about me?"
Harper pursed her lips. She wouldn't easily say "I love you" again.
"Mr. Getty, you're overthinking it. In that scenario, I wouldn't linger either. Should I have brought a chair and settled in for the show?"
Outside, the rain poured relentlessly, and the driver's impatience mounted. "I've got other matters to tend to."
"Beep."
Francis took out his phone and made a payment transfer. He then coldly asked, "Is it enough?"
"It's more than enough," the driver replied with a smile on his face. He could go a month without working.
"The rain is pouring outside, sir. Come in and you can chat for three days and three nights if you'd like," the driver said.
"You!" Harper was speechless. She frowned and realized she couldn't argue with him.
Forget it.
"Please, let me out of the car," she pleaded.
"No," Francis replied, his tone cool and resolute.
"Mr. Getty, don't waste your valuable time on me. Go back and find Miss Musk," Harper retorted, her eyes void of emotion, as if the man before her held no significance to her.
For some reason, a flame ignited in Francis' heart. He asked, "You want me to go find her again?"
"Yes," Harper affirmed with a nod.
"Fine!" Without a moment's pause, Francis rose, shut the car door, and departed.
As she watched him go, Harper's heart constricted with pain once more.
She felt like she had a disease, every time she saw him, the pain would intensify.
She wanted to say something, but in the end, she turned her face away and let the driver drive.
Just as the car started moving, the backseat door suddenly swung opened again.
Francis returned, looming over her, and forcefully pressed his lips against hers.
Harper's mind went blank, instinctively attempting to evade, but he gripped her lower jaw firmly, preventing any escape. His thin lips pressed against hers without giving her any chance to resist.
Harper found herself kissed to the point of suffocation. Desperate to escape, she struggled, but his hand clamped down, sealing her mouth shut. She couldn't move and could only endure it.
In just a few seconds, she felt her lips becoming numb and painful.
His clothes were all wet, and despite being close, Harper felt hot.
As the scene unfolded before him, the driver, feeling the weight of his years, experienced a sense of helplessness. Opting to shield himself from the discomfort, he closed his eyes and turned away, refusing to witness what was happening.
In the silent car, the sound of their lips interlocking was particularly clear.
As Harper whimpered in pain, she felt Francis suddenly release his grip on her jaw, his strength draining away.
With a feeble collapse, he slumped against her, his entire upper body pressing down onto her.
Instinctively, Harper wrapped her arms around him, her heart pounding with panic as she felt the weight of the moment engulfing them both.
She saw the blood on the back of his neck, flowing down his shoulder blades and onto her hand.
Harper's eyes reddened, and she trembled as she said, "Driver, to the hospital. Hurry!"
In front of the hospital bed.
Francis had a fever due to an infection caused by getting wet in the rain.
Wesley briefly explained and couldn't help but say before leaving, "Harper, I know you don't believe it, but Francis actually cares about you."
Wesley knew that when Francis was young, his parents had been separated for a long time, causing a lack of family affection and making it difficult for him to face emotions. He was ashamed to admit his feelings.
But actions done subconsciously can't deceive anyone.
He really cared about Harper.
Harper sat vigil by the bedside, her gaze fixed on the pale, handsome visage lying before her. An indescribable array of emotions churned within her heart, swirling with concern, remorse, and a flicker of hope for his recovery.
Did he really care about her?
If he cared, why would he be so harsh and mean to himself? And why did he always do things that trampled on her feelings?
But if he didn't care about her, why was he unwilling to let her go and always protected her?
Lost in her thoughts, Harper fell asleep leaning against the bedside.
Outside the room, Robert and Wesley stayed.
The two were smoking in the corridor.
Wesley spoke first, "Are you being too hard on The Koch family? I just saw Molly taking her father to the emergency room. Her knees were scratched, and she even lost a shoe."
Robert's sharp and handsome features were obscured by the veil of smoke as he maintained his silence.
Wesley extinguished his cigarette and regarded Robert thoughtfully before offering his counsel.
"I don't object to you handling the alliance. In fact, I'd be willing to lend a hand in delivering a few blows to them, within my means. Those individuals deserve to face the consequences of their actions."
"The Koch family's biggest fault is merely breaking off an engagement. It seems a bit excessive to target them," Wesley reasoned.
He continued, his tone measured, "Moreover, you're set to marry Mrs. Cane in ten days, yet your relationship with Molly remains unclear. If Mrs. Cane were to find out, Molly could face serious consequences."
Wesley had seen firsthand Mrs. Cane's unorthodox methods, but Robert's indulgence shielded her from criticism.
Who would have thought Mrs. Cane would scavenge a husband like Robert from the garbage dump?
If it weren’t for her intervention back then, Robert would have suffered for many more years. How could he have changed so drastically?
But Wesley's words fell on deaf ears as Robert remained unmoved.
"It's none of your concern," Robert retorted icily before turning on his heel and departing.
Those who had never experienced the depths of despair, who had never been dragged through the muck and mire, could never comprehend the seething hatred that simmered within Robert’s heart.
He despised how easily Molly had betrayed him.
In the shadows of the night, the scar on Robert’s forehead remained concealed, but it only served to accentuate the fierceness of his demeanor.
He looked at the desolate figure in the guarded hospital room, without any emotion in his eyes.
He pushed open the door.
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