Chapter 70 Calling Him Husband
The man's tone was cold and stern.
Harper paused for a moment, with the impulse to turn around and leave.
Chloe smirked but didn't say anything. She just watched Harper bend down to place the soup on the coffee table and get ready to leave.
Francis caught a whiff of the fragrance and couldn't help but look up. He saw Harper taking a step out.
Instantly, a hint of a smile appeared in his distant gaze and he called out, "Wait."
Harper stopped in her tracks.
Francis stood up and said to Chloe, "The highlights are done. Victor will take you to find the supervisor, and he'll take care of it."
Chloe wanted to say something more, but she saw Francis hurry over, naturally embracing Harper's waist, and said, "Darling, why did you come?"
Chloe's hand holding the documents stiffened for a moment.
Harper was not used to such intimacy in public, but she happened to catch a glimpse of Chloe's undisguised anger. She still looked up at Francis, her almond eyes moist, and softly said, "I wanted to see you."
Harper's face was naturally advantageous, and no man could resist it.
Francis especially liked it and couldn't help but kiss her pretty lips.
Chloe's fingernails dug into her palm, and a resentful light shot from the corner of her eyes. It took her a while to gather herself, and she whispered, "Francis, I'll go out first."
Francis nodded and advised, "Victor will take care of everything."
Chloe's heart was filled with joy at his words, and she sweetly replied, "Thank you, Francis."
Then she proudly walked out. The door closed and Harper retreated from Francis' embrace, then went to open the thermos, her voice calm and cold, "It's still hot, have some."
Feeling her distance, Francis squinted his phoenix eyes, "Are you upset?"
Harper didn't say anything. They had little contact these past three days, and she had no idea that Chloe had changed directions and infiltrated the company.
Just the thought of the two of them discussing work in the same office, especially with Chloe's obvious intentions, made her uncomfortable with every breath.
But she couldn't find an outlet for her frustration, and Francis didn't like others interfering with his work. Talking about these things would make her seem boring.
"No, drink up," Harper said indifferently.
Francis felt a bit uncomfortable, his face turning cold, but he still picked up the thermos and finished it in one gulp.
Just as the bowl was put down, Harper got up to clean up and said, "Well then, since you're busy, I shall take my leave."
Just as she was about to leave, her wrist was grabbed, and she was suddenly sitting on the man's lap.
Francis lowered his head and bit her lip, saying softly, "You're naughty."
"Chloe has gotten better now. Mr. Musk has entrusted her with the business on the Northfield side, but she's still not skilled. There's a project related to us, so Mr. Musk asked me to take care of her, that's all."
He had no expression, explaining calmly, "If you're unhappy, once these few days of work are done, I'll have someone else take care of her."
"It's fine, you don't have to do that."
Francis took the initiative to explain, showing his sincerity.
Harper was naturally not the type to hold onto things, she knew the difference between business and personal matters.
Besides, emotions were not something that could be avoided and prevented from happening.
If it was meant to happen, no one could stop it.
Harper was still sitting in his embrace, feeling the heat radiating from the man's body, and her cheeks were flushed as she pushed him away.
But it was already too late.
Francis held her horizontally, placing her on the spacious office desk and pressing a button.
The blinds tightly sealed them inside.
"Harper," Francis looked at her face to face, his long legs pushing against her knees, his eyes filled with desire, "can you give me a reward?"
Harper was stunned, "This is the company."
Suddenly, her chest felt cool as her white off-shoulder sweater dropped down.
The man lightly kissed her beautiful straight shoulder bone and whispered, "It's okay, I'll be quick."
Soft and tender kisses extended down from her neck, and when they reached a certain place, Harper trembled as if electric shocks were running through her body.
She was so scared that she bit her lip, her slender white fingers tightly gripping the edge of the desk, afraid of making any sound.
Outside, there was a sudden knock on the door, accompanied by Victor's voice.
"Mr. Getty, we can leave now."
Harper was startled, her body tense, and she stared at him with watery eyes. "Francis, let go of me and go take care of things."
Francis' handsome face was impassive as he muttered, "This is taking care of things."
He endured many days, unsure of how he managed to get through them.
Today may not be ideal, but he was determined to see it through.
The knocking at the door continued, and Harper was truly desperate now. She raised her hand to hit him, but he restrained her.
As tears welled up in her beautiful eyes, she took on the appearance of a vulnerable rabbit.
An unsettling impulse crept into his mind as he observed her tears, finding them oddly captivating. A primal urge stirred within him, compelling him to want to see her cry even more intensely.
Harper was still struggling when he clasped her wrist tightly and forcefully kissed her.
The person outside the door seemed to understand the situation inside and stopped making noises.
Finally, the man's rapid breathing gradually subsided.
He leaned against her ear and softly said, "Darling, I would die for you."
After taking a moment to catch their breath, he straightened up while Harper continued to breathe lightly. Her temples were wet from his teasing, and her cheeks had a touch of pink, pitiful yet charming.
As he cleaned her up, he glanced at her leg and saw that the injury was quite severe and swollen.
Francis' gaze darkened; he had applied too much force.
He casually opened a drawer and took out an ointment, instructing her to lie down so he could apply it.
His slender fingers were icy cold, causing Harper's face to flush.
Luckily, she was wearing loose pants today, so the ointment wouldn't rub off on them.
But it was still quite embarrassing.
She blushed in embarrassment and asked, "Why do you have this in your office?"
Francis smirked mischievously, "I'm taking a flight at three in the afternoon for a four-day business trip. I was planning to have you come over, so I prepared it in advance."
Harper had no strength left, and all she could think was that she would never bring him soup again.
Knowing that Harper was going to the hospital to see Delaney, Francis insisted on driving her there first.
On the way, he rested his chin on her hair, playing with her snow-white earlobe.
"Wait for me to come back, and we'll go see Delaney together."
Harper remained expressionless; she knew that the higher the expectations, the greater the disappointment, just like last time when he didn't make it.
Francis lowered his head and lightly bit her earlobe, whispering hoarsely, "I blamed myself for last time; this time, I'll make it up to Delaney."
His words touched Harper, and she smiled lightly. "Okay."
Seeing how docile she was, Francis couldn't help but feel moved, lowering his head to kiss her lips.
Harper resisted for a moment and said, "Francis, there are still people around."
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