Chapter 68 The First Choice
As Harper made to depart, Francis seized her arm, his tone displeased. "Where do you think you're going?"
Meeting his gaze head-on, Harper didn't flinch. "Someone else is looking after you now."
"I was the one that called for Chloe," Francis clarified.
Harper's surprise was evident as she noticed Chloe's arrival. Gathering her composure, she spoke, "Harper, I'm here to clarify. Yesterday, it was my clumsiness that led to me falling on Francis. Please don't misunderstand; there's nothing between us."
Harper was a little surprised but didn't say anything.
Chloe continued, "I know I created a lot of misunderstandings between you two. Francis has always treated me like a sister for so many years. Don't be mad at Francis because of me anymore."
Chloe's tone was cautious and sincere, a far cry from her previous flamboyant self.
"Ahem."
After speaking for only a few sentences, she started coughing.
Francis frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"
"I didn't sleep well last night and caught a little cold. Ahem."
"Go back and rest," Francis said casually.
A tinge of sadness flashed in Chloe's eyes, but she forced herself to perk up and said, "Okay, I wish you both happiness. I'm leaving now."
The door closed, and Harper continued to ponder. It wasn't until the man pinched her cheek that she snapped out of her thoughts.
"Francis, what does this mean?"
He raised an eyebrow. "Still don't understand?"
Harper's heart raced, and a thought was on the tip of her tongue, but she didn't dare to confirm it, afraid that she was once again deluding herself.
Francis reached out to hold her and his voice was magnetic and deep. "I said I won't divorce, so I don't want you to misunderstand."
His voice took on a soothing tone, and his embrace was tender. Harper couldn't help but feel her heart soften at his touch.
Feeling a wave of vulnerability wash over her, Harper found herself wavering in her resolve.
Pushing Francis gently away, she questioned, "Why are you so worried about me misunderstanding?"
Though a flicker of displeasure flashed in Francis's eyes, he quickly suppressed it and replied, "You are my beloved."
The term "beloved" was strange. Today she was his beloved, but tomorrow someone else could become his beloved.
She felt that she should not be swayed and did not want to always be someone's second choice.
"Francis, I'm tired. I don't want to be your beloved anymore."
She had been hurt too many times, and her heart was tired.
Francis's eyes narrowed slightly, he reached out and pinched her chin, and his lips covered hers.
He was patient today, as if he were performing at his highest level, kissing Harper until she couldn't help but make a sound.
After a while, he let go of her and raised an eyebrow, saying, "Are you really willing to not be my beloved? When I kiss you, you feel it, and before that, it would be hard for you to find someone who understands your body better than me."
Harper blushed at his straightforwardness.
She couldn't help but say, "Can you be more serious?"
Francis looked at her and said, "I am serious."
"And for so many years, I did treat Chloe as a sister. I doted on her because I owed her, after all, she saved me."
"I don't know if I should believe you."
Harper spoke from her heart.
After all, she had been disappointed too many times, and her heart was already full of wounds. She couldn't bear repeated hurt anymore.
Francis fell silent for a moment before speaking, "From now on, you will always be my first choice."
Harper gazed at him in disbelief, her emotions swirling within her.
This was the first time Francis had given up on Chloe and chosen her.
She admitted that she was moved.
‘But could he really do it?’
Even if Francis didn't have that intention, Chloe was watching closely, and she didn't believe that she was really ready to let go.
But deep down, she wanted to give him another chance.
After all, she planned to give birth to this baby, and a stable family was important for the baby's growth.
"I will think it over." Harper answered him.
Francis was not satisfied with this answer, very dissatisfied.
His thin lips pressed against hers again, kissing her eyes and delicately touching her nose, each action filled with deep affection.
Finally, he kissed her lips, his tongue stirring, making Harper breathe softly. He still didn't want to let go, pressing against her forehead and tempting her, "Do you still need to think?"
Before she could answer, Francis leaned over and bit her plump earlobe, his tongue curling over the inner wall of her earlobe, teasing it with gentle yet firm movements, causing Harper to tremble uncontrollably.
Perceiving her sensitivity, Francis chuckled and held her, saying, "No more thinking."
Harper was not small in stature, but only reached Francis' throat. Now her face was buried in his chest, overwhelmed by the familiar and intoxicating scent.
She was aware that if she were enticed by this momentary affection, what awaited her could be either contentment or an endless abyss.
But he was the person she had loved for ten years, and she wanted to take the gamble without regrets.
"I'm afraid of being disappointed again."
"I promise you, I won't let you down."
Harper's heart was in complete chaos.
She felt her heart being swept away by a hurricane, fiercely shaken.
Taking a deep breath, she said, "Francis, I only have one heart."
Do not break it again and do not forget what you just said.
"I know," responded Francis softly.
His lips kissed her clavicle and gently bit down. Harper felt her body heating up, but soon realized something was not right - he was having a reaction!
She quickly pushed him away, blushing, "You're still a patient."
Francis expressed his dissatisfaction, remarking, "You don't realize that a man can recover from any ailment in moments like these."
As he spoke, he drew nearer once more, lowering his head to gently nibble on her earlobe.
Harper felt very ticklish.
"Knock, knock."
Wesley politely knocked on the door and then pushed it open, not expecting such a sizzling scene.
He coughed unnaturally, "I didn't see anything, you two can continue."
Although he said that, he didn't move and had a look of someone enjoying the show.
Harper hastily pushed Francis away, seeing that Wesley seemed to have something important, and anxiously said, "You guys talk."
After finishing her sentence, she ran out without even turning her head.
Wesley observed the intense gaze of the man, seemingly fixated on a particular figure. With a smile, he gently prompted, "The yacht?"
"Take it," Francis was in a good mood and readily agreed.
Wesley stopped smiling, walked forward, and handed the documents in his hand to Francis, solemnly saying, "Your speculation was right. It seems that your uncle and your stepfather have indeed been involved in overseas business."
Francis took the documents and flipped through them, his handsome face turning cold in an instant.
Wesley smiled and said, "There doesn't seem to be any problem on the surface, but..."
Wesley didn't finish his sentence, but Francis understood.
The fewer apparent problems, the bigger the issue.
Seeing Francis maintain his silence, Wesley pressed on, "I'm not certain what Mr. Dylan is thinking of. After all, you're his son. What significance does he hold for you? Without Mrs. Getty's vigilant oversight over the years, the Getty Group might have slipped through his fingers."
Francis's eyes were deep and unclear as he pondered over something before finally uttering a sentence.
"Keep a close eye," he remarked.
Wesley took back the documents and teased, "If you reconcile with Harper and have a child, maybe Mr. Dylan won't act this way out of consideration for the child."
Francis shook his head and said, "Her health isn't fully recovered yet. Let's wait until she is healthy."
"How very thoughtful of you," Wesley smiled.
Harper walked a few steps in the corridor and unsurprisingly bumped into Chloe.
It seemed like a chance encounter, but in reality, Chloe was waiting for her.
Harper looked at Chloe expressionlessly, waiting for her to speak.
Chloe suddenly laughed, "Harper, are you scared?"
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