Chapter 840 Who Is That Woman!
Francis saw her helpless expression and chuckled, "It's okay, I can do it myself."
Two people tugging at each other by the roadside like this really didn't look very proper. Most importantly, when she bent over, her light fragrance wafted over, making it hard for him to keep his composure.
Isabella then realized how close they were and froze for a moment.
She took a big step back and apologized, "I'm really sorry!"
Francis's eyes reflected her lively appearance, with a softness even though he didn't notice, "It's okay, it's just a small matter. You don't need to apologize or rush to help me. My driver will be here soon. By the way, Ms. Moore, where are you headed? Do you need a ride?"
"No, thank you!" She had already dirtied Francis's clothes; how could she still have the nerve to sit in his car?
Isabella's face grew hotter, "I drove here too, so... I'll be going now. Mr. Valencia, take care on your way home. We might see each other often at the Valencia Group in the future!"
With that, she ran off.
"Ms. Moore, your scarf."
"Give it to you!"
Isabella's figure had already disappeared into the distance, her slightly embarrassed voice carried away by the wind, fading like an illusion.
Francis stared in the direction she left for a long time, then shifted his gaze to the scarf in his hand. The soft, silky texture seemed to still carry her scent.
He didn't know what perfume it was, but it smelled really good.
He carefully folded the ice cream-stained scarf and placed it in his suit pocket.
It was forty minutes later when Francis returned to the villa. The driver parked the car at the entrance, took out the wheelchair from the back seat, respectfully opened the car door, and helped Francis into the wheelchair.
With a calm expression, he said, "You can go now. I'll go in by myself."
"Yes." The driver drove away, and Francis looked up at the villa in front of him, shrouded in darkness. Guadalupe probably hadn't returned yet.
He looked up at the moon, then took out the scarf from his jacket pocket.
The silk was clearly cool to the touch, but somehow, holding it now made his fingertips feel like they were burning. That scorching sensation seemed to flow through Francis's veins, slowly spreading to his heart.
He stared at it for a long time, his eyes full of tenderness.
But the next moment, Francis threw the scarf into the trash can at the entrance.
He sighed, withdrew his gaze, and wheeled himself into the villa.
As the door closed, a black car stopped at the villa entrance. Guadalupe's shiny leather shoes stepped out of the car, his imposing presence blending with the night.
He took a few steps, then suddenly paused at the gate.
In the trash can nearby, a corner of a white scarf was sticking out, reflecting light under the streetlamp.
Guadalupe stopped, and picked up the corner of the scarf with two fingers.
A pleasant women's perfume mixed with the sweet scent of ice cream wafted over.
'A woman's item. Did Francis bring it back?' He thought.
Guadalupe's eyes narrowed slightly, his dangerous gaze sweeping coldly over the villa before he nonchalantly walked inside.
Francis was sitting in the living room, looking at some documents he had brought back from the company.
He looked up when he heard the sound. "You're back."
Guadalupe's tall figure walked up to him, leaned over, and took the documents from his lap, "What are you looking at?"
He glanced at it, just some boring project plans.
Francis looked up at him, frowning instinctively, "The Valencia Group's project plans, nothing interesting."
"If it's nothing interesting, why are you looking at it? I'm back, shouldn't you be looking at me?"
Francis turned his head slightly, not knowing what to say.
Guadalupe casually tossed the folder aside, sat on the sofa, and leaned on the edge of Francis's wheelchair, slowly moving closer.
Francis kept his head turned, but his breathing became increasingly unsteady.
Guadalupe looked down at the pulsing vein in his neck, a sign of life. He suddenly smiled, feeling an indescribable sense of accomplishment.
Francis's life was saved by him, so Francis should rightfully belong entirely to him.
Francis felt extremely uncomfortable under his close scrutiny. His Adam's apple bobbed as he was about to say something, but Guadalupe suddenly asked sharply, "Francis, why do I feel like you have a woman's perfume on you?"
As soon as he said this, the cold aura around him became suffocating.
Francis's mind inexplicably flashed to Isabella's face, but his expression remained unchanged. "I've been at the company all day, where would a woman come from?"
Guadalupe sneered, "Really? In such a big Valencia Group, not a single female employee?"
Francis paused, "What exactly are you trying to say?"
Guadalupe smirked, "What did you do after work?"
Francis was baffled, "I didn't do anything, just stayed at the company reading documents. After that, I came back. If you don't believe me, ask the driver."
After a long while, Guadalupe nodded and smiled, "I see."
But inside, he was sneering, knowing Francis was lying.
How did the scarf at the door come about?
Francis not only took a woman's item but also lied to him for her.
The danger in Guadalupe's eyes gradually spread, his lips curling into a mocking smile, "So, you stayed at the company all day. Sarah was there too, right? Spent the whole day with her? You must have enjoyed it."
Seeing Guadalupe's face getting closer, Francis couldn't bear it any longer and pushed him away, "What nonsense are you talking about? Do you think everyone is as disgusting as you?"
"Disgusting?" Guadalupe seemed to have heard something amusing. His tongue pressed against his molars, his crimson eyes like a newly awakened lion, exuding a strong sense of aggression.
"Don't forget, it was this disgusting person in front of you who saved you from hell and took care of you for so long. If it weren't for me, would you have had the chance to see your dear Antonio and Ryan again? Hmm? Francis, you weren't this ungrateful before." As he spoke, Guadalupe suddenly grabbed Francis's chin. "I can be kind enough to let you come back, and I can also make you leave without any dignity. Do you really think that just because you're back in Capital City, you can escape my control? Hmm?"
Francis's chin was gripped tightly, as if it would dislocate at any moment.
He looked at Guadalupe, his hatred and humiliation reaching their peak!
Guadalupe was right. At least for now, he had no way to escape his control. Guadalupe could change his mind at any time and send him back abroad!
Then, he would really have no way out.
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