Chapter 29 The Temptation of the Shirt
He was wearing a white uniform and reached out his broad palm to her, his tone gentle. "It's me. Can you still stand up?"
Jennifer looked at him, frozen in place. He reached out with both hands and lifted her up, leaving the big black umbrella lying on its side.
He sighed. "Jennifer, I've been looking for you for so long."
His embrace was warm. Jennifer couldn't help but curl up into a ball and burrow closer, like a freezing kitten.
He always seemed to see her at her most miserable. When he appeared again and again during her most helpless moments, her heart seemed to be drawn to him, and she began to have expectations of him.
Burying her head in his chest, Jennifer finally dared to cry out loud, her sobbing sounding especially pitiful.
Francis looked at her with heartache, lifted her small face and wiped away her tears. Her rosy lips were slightly parted, and the look in her eyes as she gazed at him was clear and full of dependence.
Francis couldn't help but lower his head and kiss her lips—the cold night rain couldn't make him calm down at all. During these days when he was away, how much had the poor Jennifer suffered?
Jennifer obediently parted her lips, letting his hot tongue enter. His lips and tongue were so hot that even her cold chest seemed to warm up. She hooked her arms around his neck, actively responding with pleasant moans.
Unlike her physical resistance to Eugene, she really liked physical contact with Francis.
The two embraced and kissed in the rain. In that brief moment, Jennifer forgot all her real-world troubles.
When the kiss ended, Francis pressed against the side of her face and said in a somewhat hoarse voice. "Come home with me." Jennifer silently agreed.
Francis brought Jennifer to his luxury apartment. Jennifer sat wetly on the black leather sofa, looking especially pale and pitiful.
He first treated the injury on her ankle, then casually pulled a shirt from the closet and tossed it to her. "Go take a hot shower first and change into dry clothes, so you don't catch a cold."
Jennifer looked at the men's shirt in her hands with some hesitation, but Francis had already pushed her into the bathroom and closed the door.
In the enclosed bathroom, she felt at ease. After a comfortable hot shower, Jennifer put on Francis's shirt, which only had the dry scent of detergent.
However, her underwear was all wet, so she wore nothing underneath. Jennifer slowly emerged from the bathroom, looking around nervously. Although she knew what would happen tonight, wearing something so revealing still made her uneasy.
Francis had already finished showering in another bathroom and come back. He was wearing black pajamas, lying casually by the window reading documents.
When Jennifer came out, he only glanced once, then couldn't look away. He was tall, 6'4", while Jennifer was petite at only 5'6", so wearing his shirt was like wearing a loose dress.
The light gray shirt made her skin look even smoother and more delicate, captivating as a jewel under the lights. Even though she had buttoned it all the way to the top, the exposed thighs below made her even more alluring.
As she moved, her graceful figure was faintly visible under the oversized shirt. Francis suddenly felt a bit thirsty and picked up a glass from the coffee table to take a sip of water.
Seeing his burning gaze, Jennifer was scared and stood still, calling out softly. "Dr. Carter, I, I want to call Marlowe to let her know I'm safe." Her voice was trembling with nervousness.
Her phone was dead, so she could only ask him for help.
Francis said nothing and walked over to hand her his phone. As he approached, a large shadow fell over Jennifer. She took the phone, thanked him, and quickly walked to the window to make the call. She didn't dare look at him, only at the view outside.
"Marlowe, I'm at a friend's place. I won't be coming back tonight." The person on the other end seemed not to believe her, so Jennifer explained urgently. "I really didn't go see Eugene!"
Marlowe had called Jennifer several times after dark without getting an answer, so she was very anxious now and demanded Jennifer video call to prove it.
Jennifer bit her lip and looked at Francis's reflection in the window, saying with difficulty. "Marlowe, it's not really convenient for me to video call right now."
Marlowe's voice suddenly rose. "Jennifer, why won't you video call? You must have gone to see Eugene!"
Jennifer couldn't reveal her relationship with Francis. Suddenly, Francis took the phone and spoke. "Let me talk to her. Marlowe, I'm Francis, the director of Riverside General Hospital. Jennifer is with me right now."
Marlowe was stunned. Francis—the doctor Jennifer had asked for help several times without success. When did they become so close?
Marlowe didn't ask, but Francis briefly explained in a few sentences that Jennifer had gotten caught in the rain and come to his place to change clothes, and told her not to worry.
Jennifer was also a bit surprised. He wasn't avoiding their relationship at all—did he value it or not care?
After hanging up, Francis saw Jennifer still standing there in a daze and pulled her into his arms with one motion. He sat in the chair by the window, properly dressed, while Jennifer in his arms fell onto his lap, frantically pulling down the hem of the shirt to cover her upper thighs.
He brushed his lips against her sensitive ear and said softly. "You used my body wash—why do you smell so good?" The same body wash seemed to carry temptation on her body.
Jennifer's ears turned red as she answered quietly. "Yes, thank you." Thank you for picking me up in the rain, thank you for explaining to Marlowe for me.
Francis smiled and replied. "No need to thank me, I got my reward too."
One hand held Jennifer's waist, confining her in his embrace, while his other hand wasn't idle either, stroking and sliding over her bare thighs. It made Jennifer's legs tingle with sensation, her face so red she buried it in his chest, not daring to look at his smiling eyes.
He had waited for this day for a long time. He liked her body, especially loved watching her shy expression when she wanted to hide but couldn't help responding.
"Jennifer, you can't escape tonight." His words sounded like a threat, but his tone was playful.
Jennifer looked up at his eyes, thinking to herself, 'I'm not going anywhere.' She took the initiative to press her lips to his—today she was especially brave. Francis was very satisfied with her initiative. This was recognition of his masculine charm, giving him even greater satisfaction.
With her soft lips in his mouth, his hands roamed all over her body, making her waist weak and legs soft.
Just as the two were kissing passionately, an urgent ringtone sounded—it was Jennifer's phone, which had just been charged. They both wanted to ignore it, but as soon as the ringing stopped, it started again—the caller seemed unwilling to give up.
Francis, somewhat annoyed, carried Jennifer over. He wanted to turn off the phone, but paused when he saw the name. "It's Eugene. Do you want to answer?"
Jennifer's dazed eyes instantly cleared. "Him!" Today she hadn't kept their appointment, and she didn't know how Eugene would torture her afterward.