Chapter 97 We Are Divorcing
The door wasn't closed properly, and Francis' voice came low and deep, reaching her ears. "I'll come see you when I get back, but not now."
On the other end, Chloe said something, and Francis listened without responding. Harper realized belatedly that he was on the phone. She got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
As she wrapped herself in a towel, she noticed that she didn't have any clothes to wear. Her outfit from last night was torn, and she didn't want to wear it anymore, especially since that pervert had touched it.
Just as she was contemplating her dilemma, Francis entered the room.
With one glance, he saw her clumsily trying to squeeze into his suit. The clothes were much too big for her, and the sleeves hung down to her knees. She was rolling them up loosely, looking like a child trying on adult clothes.
As Francis walked over, she finally noticed him. Her fair face was blushed, and she said, "I don't have anything to wear."
If they were in Northfield, Francis would have already arranged for someone to bring her clothes.
But they were in a different place presently, where it wasn't convenient for him to arrange for someone to bring her clothes, and it was inconvenient for her to buy clothes there as the old house was remote.
"Take me back to get some," Harper said.
She had brought clothes with her, and they were in the old house. Francis looked at her, his voice slightly deep. "Are you okay to go out like this?"
"Is it not okay?" There was a full-length mirror behind her, and Harper glanced at herself. She didn't think there was anything wrong - her clothes covered her knees, and she wouldn't be cold in the car anyway.
"Is there a problem?" Harper really hadn't found anything wrong except for the conspicuous mark on her neck that had turned purple.
She thought, ‘He has gone so far this time. When other people leave a love bite, it is more like a strawberry, but he left a bruise on my neck.’
She was slightly annoyed. She used her hair to cover her neck. Francis came up from behind and asked in a husky voice, "What are you covering?"
Harper didn't want to talk about it with him. His hand pressed down on her lower back and patted her perky buttocks. "You're going out like this? You're quite bold!"
Harper blushed instantly at his comment and struggled but couldn't break free.
He clasped her hand behind her back and looked at her reflection in the mirror.
Long-repressed desire suddenly surged within him, and his palm followed the curves of her body as it cascaded downwards.
Harper was startled. She tried to push him away, but her hand was locked, and all she could do was plead softly, "Francis, please... stop!"
Francis lowered his head and bit her shoulder, thrusting his hips against her. His voice was low and dangerous. "Are you sure?"
Harper's face turned red, and the image of the two of them in the mirror became both enticing and seductive.
"Yes." Harper knew Francis would go further if she gave him a small chance. They had just improved their relationship last night, and now he acted as if she belonged to him.
She became cautious and said, "Let go of me first."
He rested his head on her shoulder, looking like a distressed puppy.
"Harper, I know I was wrong. Can you forgive me?"
Francis was not apologizing for what he did just now.
Seeing that Harper ignored him, he bent down and lifted her, placing her on his lap. Then he kissed her cheek.
"What happened with that annoying guy was my fault, but it was obvious that he coveted you. You are still my wife, and I couldn't bear it."
"He has a name," Harper reminded with a frown, as he always referred to Keith as 'that guy.'
Francis couldn't stand it when Harper mentioned him and said irritably, "Can't you avoid contact with him anymore?"
He had been taking medication to suppress his manic-depressive disorder lately, but whenever it involved Harper, he couldn't think rationally.
He even thought about breaking Bolton's limbs so that he couldn't come looking for Harper anymore.
"Francis, we can't go back to how things were before. We should get a divorce as soon as possible," Harper said, now being particularly clear-headed. She was free from the shock and fear she had last night. "And I can't give you the child."
"No," he firmly refused. "Besides having a child and getting a divorce, we can discuss anything else."
Harper became stubborn, too. "Apart from those two things, I have nothing else to say to you."
Francis furrowed his brows. He felt that she was sharp-tongued now and wasn't obedient at all like last night.
He really wanted to push her down on the bed and kiss her fiercely to vent his anger.
Harper felt uncomfortable sitting in his embrace. His muscles were too tight, which made her feel sore.
"Are you going to take me back to get my clothes, or should I go by myself?" she asked as she prepared to get up.
Francis grabbed her forcefully and wrapped her tightly with a towel before carrying her out.
After they returned to the old house, Harper went to get her clothes. The mess in the room reminded her of what had happened there last night.
She tugged at Francis' clothes and said, "Don't leave."
Francis gave her a glowering look but didn't say anything, nor did he leave.
Harper went in to change her clothes, leaving the door slightly ajar. At that moment, Francis glanced up and saw her beautiful shoulder, which appeared so alluring to him.
He swallowed as he turned his face away.
When Harper came out, Francis had already started fixing the door lock.
Harper needed to find out where he found the screwdriver. Presently, he was fixing the door lock with his slender fingers. His sleeves were rolled up.
The sunlight shone on his handsome face, highlighting his delicate features. Harper was somewhat surprised as she would never link Francis to someone who would do such things.
Francis didn't turn around. He just said, "Come here."
Harper walked over, and Francis handed her another screw. He continued to tighten the one on the door.
A bead of sweat dripped down his sharply defined jawline, sliding down his slender neck, creating a cool and captivating image.
Harper felt nervous, so she changed the subject. "You can also repair doors?"
Francis took the screw from her hand and began to tighten the last one. He looked at her triumphantly. "I can do a lot, but you don’t cherish me at all."
Harper blushed at his words. However, she needed to correct him and said, "It’s because I think we are not suitable for each other."
She still thought Francis still had another woman in his heart. Therefore, no matter how much she loved him, she would still end this marriage.
Francis raised an eyebrow in displeasure. "What makes you think so? We wouldn’t have done it many times in one night if we were not suitable for each other."
He was referring to the past. In the past, he would often restrain his desire for fear Harper would faint when they had sex.
"You!" Harper turned around and went to the kitchen, refusing to continue that conversation.
Francis saw her anger and felt good—much better than being ignored. He followed her into the kitchen, washed his hands, and said, "Harper, I'll help you clean the vegetables."
But there were no vegetables in the kitchen, only two tomatoes Harper had bought yesterday.
She said, "No need, and just wait outside." Soon, Harper brought two bowls of tomato and egg noodles to the table. The red and yellow color, mixed with eggs and spring onions, made it appealing.
Francis said, "Thank you, honey." Harper blushed. Francis had a good appetite and ate gracefully, finishing a bowl of noodles quickly.
Harper had only eaten half and couldn't eat more, so Francis took her bowl and ate the rest.
Harper was stunned. She knew Francis had a cleanliness obsession and probably had never eaten someone else's leftovers before.
After finishing his meal, Francis took the initiative to wash the dishes. He stood in the cramped kitchen with a noble posture, bringing a hint of magnificence to the worn-out kitchen.
When he turned around, Harper hurriedly turned her face away, but he still caught her. He embraced her, preventing her from escaping, and gave her a deep look.
"I gave you my first time. You have to take responsibility." Harper's face turned red in an instant.
She said, "You shameless person." Francis raised her chin with his hand, his charming eyes captivating her. "What are you thinking? I'm talking about the first time eating your leftovers and the first time washing dishes."
"You said that on purpose."
Harper exposed his little trick directly as he intentionally led her to think something else.
Francis reached out and lightly tapped her nose, raising an eyebrow. "But that's also the truth."
"What truth?"
"You are the first woman whom I had sex with."
He said it without any shame, causing Harper's ears to turn red.
Naturally, she also remembered that night. He could have been more skilled the first time, but it quickly ended.
The atmosphere between them was slightly awkward at the time. Although they had been drinking, they weren't completely drunk.
They were still very much sober.
Although it was Harper's first time as well, it wasn't as painful as described in novels. Because his movements were gentle, she only felt a bit sore in her waist. Before she could further enjoy it, she felt a tremor in Francis' body.
Looking at his slightly frustrated expression, Harper could guess what was going on.
At that time, she was shocked, feeling as if she had discovered a shocking secret. The reason Francis didn't have any involvement with women was actually because it would not last long before he ejaculated.
Francis saw the shocked expression on her face and immediately turned pale.
He blamed the wine he had before having sex. That was why he didn’t handle their first sexual experience well.
Men were most afraid of being told they weren't good enough at sex, so he immediately pushed her down again, intending to prove that he didn't have any problems.
Seeing her lost in thought, Francis could tell she was thinking about that incident again. His face turned gloomy.
He tightened his grip on her and gritted his teeth, saying, "Don't think about it. It will never happen again."
He was telling the truth.
Harper felt a bit uncomfortable being held tightly by him, so she pushed his chest, saying, "You let go..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Francis had already lowered his head and kissed her lips.
Her lips seemed so alluring that he could not resist them at all.
Harper froze, her mind blank.
She pushed him with force, but her strength was nothing compared to his. If he wanted, he had countless ways to render her unable to move.
He grabbed the back of her neck, changed their position, and kissed her against the kitchen cabinet.
This way, she had something to lean against from behind, making it a bit more comfortable.
He kissed her fiercely. Fortunately, Harper was able to brace herself against the cabinet, and her legs didn't go weak.
After a while, he finally stopped and tightly wrapped his large hand around her small hand, placing it on his chest. He said, "Harper, I won't divorce."
Harper felt his strong heartbeat in his chest. A complicated mood surged through her.
What should she do? She had told herself before that she should not have any feelings for him anymore.
But she found it seemed to be something that she couldn’t control at all.
Harper subconsciously wanted to pull her hand back, but Francis held it tightly, pulling her into his embrace with force.
"So just be good and stop getting angry with me, okay?"
Harper was Speechless.
She didn't think she had ever been angry with him.
Clearly, it was because of his excessive possessiveness that he would always get angry.
If she could show him her heart, he would know that she had loved him for a whole decade.
That's why she always put aside her matters for him, causing her so much pain.
But this time, she really didn't want to fall into that kind of pain again. She looked straight into his eyes and said, "Francis, we are not in that kind of relationship anymore."
Francis instinctively knew that she was about to say something unpleasant, and he sighed lightly, asking, "What do you mean?"
"We are getting a divorce," Harper said firmly.
Francis felt a surge of anger in his heart, but he restrained himself and repeated, "I won’t divorce."
Harper pushed him away and walked out, saying, "Then you should consider it now." After a short silence, Francis suddenly took a step forward and tightly embraced her, his voice filled with anger and helplessness, "Harper, don't do this. I know I was wrong. You have to give me a chance to make it up to you."
Harper opened her mouth to speak, but Francis didn't give her the chance. He reached out and held her chin, tilting her head back, and passionately kissed her.
She pressed her hand against his chest and tried to push him away several times, but she couldn't. Instead, he pressed on her.
It wasn't until her face turned red and she was gasping for breath that he reluctantly let go.
Still holding her face, he said, "This is less infuriating."
Harper's voice trembled as she angrily said, "You... um..." He took the chance that she was speaking and kissed her lips once again. This time, he even forced his tongue into her mouth, entangling passionately until she became weak and her breath became uneven before he let go of her.
Arching his eyebrow, he asked, "Do you still want to say it?" His expression clearly indicated that if she said one more word, he would continue to silence her in that way.
Harper closed her mouth and didn't dare to say anything. She thought, ‘He is shameless!’
When he saw that she didn't speak, he was satisfied and immediately picked her up, striding towards the car and saying, "Let's go home."
Harper's head was spinning from his previous intense kisses, and she couldn't gather any strength. She obediently let him fasten her seatbelt, not even having the strength to resist.
Francis gently pinched her cheeks and said, "Don't think about it again. Leave everything to me from now on."
Harper felt the feelings she had sealed in her heart seemed to be stirred up fiercely once again. But this time, she always had a faint uneasiness in her heart. She was really afraid of being hurt again.
On the way, Harper didn't feel sleepy. She leaned against the car window, looking at the scenery outside. Silvercrest was a beautiful little town, like a painting. Francis noticed that she was looking out the window. He said, "The place where you lived when you were young is quite beautiful." Harper suddenly asked him, "Have you been to Silvercrest before?"
Francis shook his head, "No, I haven't."
Harper's eyes dimmed, and he realized that he indeed did not remember what happened back then.
She thought, ‘I was only thirteen back then. Who would remember a thirteen-year-old girl anyway?’
But she remembered him. She even came to Northfield to study alone just to be closer to him. During breaks, she would go to the place where he worked and stayed there for a whole day, hoping to catch a glimpse of him.
Later on, when she was a junior, she successfully interned at the company and started as an assistant, which would allow her to see Francis occasionally.
At that time, Francis was like a prince, distant and unapproachable.
If it weren't for that incident when she mistakenly entered the wrong room while under the influence of alcohol, they would have never crossed paths.
Speaking of which, she was lucky. It's just that the outcome was not what she had hoped for.
She couldn't be the one in his heart, and she couldn't bear to share him with someone else.
And she couldn't stand being the one who was always left behind.
As she continued to think about it, she fell asleep, and when she opened her eyes again, the car was already heading towards the Moou Residence.
Francis glanced at her and said, "You're awake."
Harper nodded, feeling a little embarrassed. She had been sleeping throughout the whole journey without considering how labored it was for Francis to drive alone.
Just as she was about to say something, Francis suddenly hit the brakes and stopped.
Harper looked ahead and saw Chloe sitting in a wheelchair, blocking the road that led back to the Moou Residence.
Francis frowned, opened the car door, and got out, walking briskly towards Chloe. His tone was harsh. "Chloe, didn't I tell you that I would come see you later? What are you doing here?"
Chloe's leg was still in a cast, and she looked up pitifully. "Francis, today is my birthday. Did you forget?"
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