Chapter 85 Not Allow Her to Leave
In that instant, Harper could clearly see the intense killing intent in Francis's eyes.
Harper did not dodge but instead lifted her delicate neck in the air, facing him head-on.
If enduring his anger could set her free, she was willing to.
As the sound of the tearing wind approached, Harper gently closed her eyes.
But just as those hands were about to touch her fair and delicate neck, they stopped for a second and then forcefully slammed against the wall behind her.
"Bang!"
A loud and muffled sound indicated the tremendous strength he had used.
When Harper opened her eyes, she saw Francis's sharply defined face close to hers. His knuckles were covered in blood, but he held her shoulder firmly, not allowing her to move.
"Harper, are you trying to provoke me? Do you want to anger me?"
His voice was a bit hoarse at the moment. His complexion was gloomy. His arms seemed to be stiff.
Harper knew what he wanted to hear. Francis, who was so arrogant and conceited, would never be able to accept a woman's infidelity.
He would find it disgusting and filthy.
However, the expression Francis expected did not appear on Harper's face.
Her heart had already turned cold when Francis repeatedly showed favoritism toward Chloe.
Could his current anger surpass hers?
After more than two years of being together day and night, Francis had never once trusted Harper.
Just based on a piece of paper, he suspected Harper of cheating and doubted the paternity of their child.
He didn't even consider verifying it again.
Now that her grandma was gone, Harper took the baby as her only pillar of strength.
She couldn't imagine how she could continue this life without a child, and ultimately, she knew that Francis and marriage wouldn't last long. She knew well that leaving with the Getty family's child would be even harder.
Although someone might have intentionally orchestrated this misdiagnosis, it surprisingly helped Harper.
She now just wanted a divorce. The sooner, the better.
Without hesitation, she clearly told him, word by word, "This is not your child."
In that instant, Francis felt depressed, as if his chest had been hit hard, suffocating, and painful, making it difficult for him to breathe.
There seemed to be millions of termites gnawing in his mind, and the intense pain turned his eyes cold and bloodshot.
Francis thought, ‘How dare her! How could she dare to do this?’
Francis's eyes, filled with hatred, gradually lost their focus as his anger caused his hand to rise high in a demented manner.
Harper stared at him without any fear.
But that hand did not come down in the end.
Even though the frustration in his heart was driving him crazy, he still couldn't bring himself to do it.
Francis's charming eyes were fixed on Harper, with not only fierceness and outrage but also an indescribable mix of emotions.
"Harper, do you really think I will let you get what you want?"
Gritting his teeth, he lifted her up over his shoulder and walked out with a gloomy face.
Harper's stomach churned from the pressure of his rigid shoulder blades. Afraid of harming her belly, she didn't dare struggle and could only pound on his back, shouting, "Francis, where are you taking me? You madman, put me down."
But Francis paid no attention to her. He simply opened the car door, rudely stuffed her inside, and used the seat belt to tightly restrain her.
Then, he started the car, and the car shot out like an arrow.
The inertia threw Harper forward, and luckily, she was held in place by the seat belt. However, she was also strangled, and her face turned pale.
The black luxury car roared ahead. Francis didn’t mean to slow down.
Instinctively, Harper closed her eyes, tightly gripping the handle inside the car, her throat tightening, unable to make a sound.
The car drove straight into Yuejing Villa. Francis got out of the car and carried her sideways while passing the security guard's office. He gave a command.
"From now on, Mrs. Sackler is not allowed to leave Moou Residence without my permission."
Harper's face went pale.
She thought, ‘Is he going to imprison me?’
The next moment, Francis threw Harper onto the soft bed. He bent over, reaching directly toward her waist and belly.
"What are you doing?" Harper's face turned gloomy, and she raised her hand instinctively to swat him away.
With a loud smack, Francis was stunned for a moment.
The two were close, and although Harper didn't use much force, it was still a solid slap.
Francis's eyes turned sinister. He straightened his leg to fend off her knee and grabbed her chin, saying, "What's wrong? Now you don't even want to play anymore? Have you forgotten how many times you begged and pleaded on this bed? Looks like that man hasn't satisfied you. Otherwise, why would you be so lascivious?"
His tone was extremely contemptuous, his words were extremely humiliating, and they were also extremely offensive.
It was as if there was a fierce beast inside him, tearing apart the elegant temperament that once marked him. He was now a man with cruelty and violence.
Harper's eyes were full of the burning anger. Infuriated, she turned her face away and gave his wrist a fierce bite.
Francis groaned and took a deep breath in pain. He tightly gripped her chin, full of anger. "Stop it!"
But Harper seemed to be unaware of that. She didn’t stop until she saw blood.
She bit it harder and harder and didn’t let go until she saw fresh blood flowing out.
With Francis’s blood on her tender lips, she trembled with anger.
"Francis, didn't you find me dirty? Why would you disgust yourself and touch me?"
Francis’s handsome face grew dark, and he directly took out her phone from her side and fiercely smashed it to the ground.
"What makes you think that I would still touch you?"
Harper looked at the phone shattered into several pieces, and her heart broke along with it.
The sour bitterness in her heart was about to overflow. She questioned, "Why are you imprisoning me? The child is not yours. Can't we just divorce and go our separate ways?"
Francis touched the back of his teeth with his tongue.
"Harper, is it because you are so sure that I won't touch you that you dare to cheat on me?"
Harper actually didn't understand why Francis was so angry.
She thought she was not important to him and didn't think he loved her.
Harper thought, ‘If we get divorced, he could rightfully be with his true love, right?’
As for this groundless 'betrayal,' Harper thought Francis, a man with power in Northfield, could naturally cover it completely.
Harper didn’t understand why he had to torture her.
She knew that confronting Francis head-on at this moment would not yield good results, so she tried to control her emotions and said calmly, "Francis, you also know what Chloe is waiting for. Since you both have feelings for each other, I will fulfill you. You don't have to worry about me embarrassing you. If you agree to a divorce, I will leave Northfield with our baby and never appear in front of you again."
When these words reached Francis's ears, it seemed as if she had already planned her way out, undoubtedly making Francis even more furious.
He pressed his finger firmly against her lips, wiping away the glaring red, and coldly sneered, "So you want to divorce me and fly away with your illicit lover? Then you’d better watch carefully whether he can take you away.
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