Chapter 693 Acting
Gideon looked, signaling the servant next to him to approach Francis.
Francis was helped up, and he moved unhappily, "Don't touch me, don't touch me, I still want to drink..."
No one paid attention to him.
"If you touch me again, I'll throw up. Let go of me," Francis kept talking.
He looked completely limp, with no resistance at all.
After a while of fussing, Francis was helped into a guest room by the servant.
At the dining table, only Gideon and Cecilia were left.
Cecilia wiped the corner of her mouth and prepared to leave.
Gideon suddenly grabbed her wrist.
Cecilia's eyes tightened.
Augustus, who was behind Cecilia, also had a noticeable change in his expression.
At that moment, he was about to step forward.
"Augustus," Cecilia called to him.
Augustus held back.
Gideon also felt he might have overstepped.
He withdrew his hand and wiped it with a napkin from the table.
He showed a look of utter disdain for Cecilia.
Cecilia, of course, didn't mind. She said calmly, "Mr. Hotchner, is there something you need to instruct me on?"
"Cecilia, let me tell you, just because Harry doesn't like women doesn't mean he's not a man! Any man has physiological reactions, regardless of his sexual orientation. You better understand what you need to do now!" Gideon said coldly.
"Don't worry, even if something happens, it's my business. I won't blame you, nor do I have the right to blame you," Cecilia replied. "After all, in the face of life and death, nothing else matters."
Gideon looked at Cecilia coldly.
Cecilia slightly bowed, "I'll be leaving now."
Gideon didn't say another word.
Cecilia left with Augustus.
She went straight to Francis's room.
When she reached the door, she said to Augustus, "You can stay at the door."
Augustus, knowing there was no danger inside and just playing along, looked troubled.
"If something really happens, I'll scream, and you can rush in."
Augustus had no choice but to nod respectfully.
Cecilia opened the door and went in.
Augustus stood respectfully at the door, his face heavy.
In the dining room.
Gideon was there alone, savoring his wine.
His eyes were fixed on the outdoor swimming pool outside the dining room, making it hard to tell what he was thinking.
"Mr. Hotchner," a bodyguard in a black suit said respectfully, "Ms. Lockhart has entered Harry's room."
"Good," Gideon responded.
The corner of his mouth seemed to curl into a cold smile.
Cecilia, this woman, would really stop at nothing to achieve her goals.
"What about Augustus?" Gideon asked.
"He's waiting at the door. If anything happens, Augustus will rush in immediately," the bodyguard reported.
"What does that have to do with me?" Gideon's face darkened.
The bodyguard, frightened, quickly said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Hotchner, I misspoke."
"Leave!" Gideon waved his hand.
The bodyguard quickly left, cold sweat running down his back.
Inside the room.
After Cecilia entered, she seemed to be nervously taking small steps, but in reality, she was checking for cameras in the room.
Sure enough, she found one.
Gideon was cautious; she couldn't afford to be careless.
She walked nonchalantly towards the bed.
Francis was sleeping restlessly on the bed.
He was very unsettled, mumbling about drinking.
Cecilia thought Francis had a talent for acting.
She carefully got onto the bed.
Francis could clearly feel her approach.
But he didn't give her a look.
Cecilia started to undress.
She wasn't wearing much to begin with.
As soon as she made this move, her body was suddenly grabbed forcefully.
Cecilia let out a small yelp.
Francis pulled her into the bed.
He seemed rough, but his other hand, hidden under the sheets, was protecting her waist, shielding her lower abdomen.
He pressed Cecilia under him.
His body was arched, and he leaned close to Cecilia's face.
As his lips approached hers, he whispered, "Turn around."
Cecilia turned her face to the side.
Francis's lips landed on Cecilia's ear, or rather, the hair by her ear, without actually touching her.
He said, "Cecilia, I won't touch you."
Cecilia, of course, knew.
If it weren't for Francis, she wouldn't dare to use this plan.
"Are you trying to use this to threaten me into giving the island to Gideon?" Francis asked. "If so, tug on my shirt under the covers."
Cecilia tugged on Francis's shirt.
It felt a bit like playing house as a child.
What should have been a tense situation felt reassuring because it was Francis.
"Okay, I understand," Francis whispered. "Just cooperate with me, I know what to do."
Cecilia tugged on Francis's shirt again.
She was telling him she understood.
Receiving the signal, Francis suddenly moved off Cecilia.
He sat up and started undressing.
Cecilia's eyes widened.
Francis moved too quickly.
Her eyes flickered as she watched Francis take off his shirt, revealing his smooth body.
Completely different from Alaric's.
Alaric had well-defined muscles.
Francis was much thinner.
His skin was so smooth, even better than a woman's.
Cecilia stared.
The next second, Francis was on top of her again.
His mouth still close to Cecilia's ear, he said, "Cecilia, you're taking advantage of me."
Didn't you undress for me to see?
Besides, what's so special about a kid's body?
Just smooth skin.
"I'm going to take off my pants now," Francis said, wriggling his body.
Cecilia's whole body tensed up.
"Don't move, I won't touch you at all."
Cecilia started to get a bit nervous.
Was Francis acting too realistically?
Francis deliberately kicked the blanket off.
Then he started pulling at Cecilia's pants.
Cecilia could feel Francis's actions, and she was extremely embarrassed.
Cecilia closed her eyes.
She couldn't see anything, couldn't see anything.
Francis pulled off the pants.
Then he started tugging at Cecilia's clothes.
Cecilia's body was tense.
Was she going to be naked?
She held onto her clothes tightly.
Francis used more force, appearing rough.
Cecilia held on tighter.
Francis used even more force.
They were pulling at each other.
Gideon saw everything.
He sat in the room, watching the scenes on the screen.
He wanted to see how far Cecilia would go!
He wanted to give Cecilia a heavy lesson, to show her she shouldn't be so confident.
Inside the room, Francis and Cecilia were pulling at each other.
With a strong pull, Francis still managed to open Cecilia's clothes.
At that moment, Francis actually closed his eyes.
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