Chapter 96 Are You a Dog?
Although he was asking, his tone was affirmative.
Wesley said that the ultrasound test might also be wrong.
Although the test results had not come out yet, he was convinced that the child was his because he didn't believe that Harper would cheat on him.
They lived together for the past two years. She conformed to the rules, and her pure eyes said clearly that she was not the kind who would cheat in a marriage.
He lightly rubbed his chin against her head and said in a husky voice, "Harper, I'm sorry. Let's have a good life, okay?"
These words were soft and affectionate, causing Harper's heart to thump.
At this moment, she wobbled.
She was touched.
But the pain was also real when he hurt her with his cruel words. It was also true that she couldn't completely let go of her feelings for him either.
He was the man she had loved secretly for a whole decade.
Everything about him made her happy but also made her sad.
Those painful cracks were still visible.
Right now, she was like a quail, shrinking her body, afraid to respond.
Two little people were at odds in her mind, one saying that the baby needed a complete family.
While the other wanted to wake her up harshly, clearly telling her, “Don't be foolish. He doesn't love you. He only has possessiveness. Do you want to be abandoned by him again?”
Soon, she fell asleep, feeling drowsy.
Francis, however, was not sleepy at all, his charming eyes filled with deep affection.
In the middle of the night, Harper suddenly woke up, her face covered in sweat.
Possibly due to the many dreams she had during pregnancy, Harper dreamed of that terrifying face chasing after her with shrieks of delight.
"What's wrong?" Francis turned on the bedside lamp and reached out to turn her face towards him.
Harper bit her lip with tears welling up in her eyes. She tried to hold back, but she couldn't stop herself from sobbing.
Seeing her tears, Francis felt a pang of heartache. He pulled out a tissue and gently wiped her face.
"Are you feeling unwell?" he asked.
"Yes," she replied, followed by another uncontrollable sob.
Harper quickly covered her mouth, her delicate earlobes turning crimson.
It was so embarrassing as if she were a child who couldn't stop crying.
Francis, with his deep, charming eyes, spoke in a husky voice, "Do you want me to help you?"
Harper thought that he meant to pat her back or something similar, so she nodded and sobbed again.
Under the warm light, the girl's fair skin glowed, especially her chubby earlobes, which were pink and tender, tempting one to want to kiss them.
Francis fixed his eyes on her. He then held the back of her head and kissed her.
Harper's eyes widened in an instant like a frightened deer, and she instinctively wanted to resist. She pushed his shoulder with force.
But he covered her with his long legs and easily restrained her.
He lifted her chin and gently kissed her lips, his movements affectionate. He was not flirting with her but trying to soothe her.
After a moment, Francis let go of her and looked down at Harper's flushed face. He reached out his thumb and wiped away a tear from the corner of her mouth.
"Is it better now?"
Harper's mind was still in a daze, but it seemed like the sobbing had indeed stopped.
She furrowed her brows. "You're lying."
Francis pinched her mouth and grinned. "You're the little liar. It worked, didn’t it?"
Engaging in an illogical debate, Harper couldn't win against him.
She turned over and accidentally brushed against his tense thigh, her face instantly turning red. She scolded him softly, "You!!"
She must have thought it was just a comforting kiss, but she didn't expect what was going on below.
With a smile at the corner of his mouth, Francis asked, "What's wrong?"
Harper couldn't say it out. She blushed. "Go sleep on the couch."
If it were not for the fear that troubled her, she would not have shared the bed with him. Men and women were different, and their reactions were quite direct.
Understanding that she had been startled tonight, Francis didn't tease her anymore and got out of bed.
"I'll take a shower."
Then he went to the bathroom and took a cold shower.
When he came back, Harper pretended to be asleep, just like before.
It wasn't that she didn't want to sleep. Sometimes, there were things on her mind that made it harder for her to fall asleep.
She didn't know that the breathing of someone asleep was different from someone who wasn't.
Francis's lips twitched, knowing that she was a little frightened and having trouble falling asleep. He leaned in and nibbled her earlobe, thinking of doing something to help her fall asleep. Harper winced from the sensation, opening her eyes and saying, "Are you a dog? Why did you bite me again?"
Francis extended his arm, which was stained with blood in front of her, and said casually, "I guess you have infected me."
Harper looked at his arm and was momentarily speechless.
Compared to the gentle bite from him just now, her bite marks were much worse. Francis, seeing her silence, said, "You should get insurance for those teeth of yours."
After all, they were such a good self-defense weapon.
Harper furrowed her brow slightly, not understanding why he was up so late at night, teasing her. She decided to ignore him and closed her eyes.
Suddenly, Francis leaned in closer, wrapping his arm around her waist tightly and saying in a tense voice, "I'm here to collect the debt."
Harper was stunned and asked, "Collect what?"
She thought, ‘He couldn't possibly be thinking about making love. Impossible!’
"You bit me four times, so I have to return the bite at least once."
Harper was speechless. This guy was really petty.
"Fine," she said, extending her arm as if heading for her death.
In the warm light, her arm was delicate and fair, with faint blue veins.
However, Francis pressed down on her arm and used his other hand to pull her towards him by the back of the head. He then lowered his head and bit down hard on her tender neck.
Harper had a momentary feeling that he was going to suck her blood as if her blood vessels were about to burst.
She let out a cry and couldn't help but raise her hand to hit his back.
However, the man quickly grabbed her unruly hand. In the next moment, Harper suddenly became stiff all over.
He loosened his teeth and switched to licking, his wet tongue gliding over the reddened bite mark on her neck, causing countless tremors.
Harper's whole body trembled. This feeling was just not right. She had never bitten him like this. After a while, he finally released her neck.
Seeing her dazed expression, he frowned slightly. His possessiveness began to stir within him. He reached his hand into her clothes and pinched her.
Harper immediately grabbed his hand under her collar, looked at him warily, and asked, "What are you doing?"
He looked down at her with charming eyes and said, "Nothing."
Harper felt that something was off about those two words but couldn't quite figure out why.
Francis had already lay down and pressed her head against his chest, his voice cold as he said, "Sleep."
Harper was indeed feeling drowsy after his antics and quickly fell asleep, breathing evenly.
Francis lowered his eyes and looked at the deep red mark on her neck. It would turn into a big bruise by tomorrow. However, he had no intention of applying any ointment to it. He secretly wanted to leave his mark on her body.
The next day, Harper didn’t wake up until nearly noon.
Dazed and confused, she vaguely heard Francis’ deep voice. "Chloe, don't be silly."
Instantly, Harper was jolted awake. She frowned, wondering if that relentless Chloe had followed her here.
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