Chapter 30 Sweet Embrace
While she hesitated, Francis answered the phone. Without listening to the questioning from the other end, he just said breathlessly, "It's Francis. Jennifer is with me right now."
After a pause, he added, "What do you think we're doing?"
Then, ignoring Eugene's cursing, he hung up and turned off his phone.
Before Jennifer could say anything, he kissed her forehead. "There, problem solved. Let's continue."
Eugene had been waiting at the agreed apartment for a long time, but Jennifer never showed up. At first he was relaxed, thinking Jennifer would come eventually. But as time passed, his patience ran out. When he called Jennifer several times and found her phone was off, he started to panic. When the call finally connected and he heard Francis's voice on the other end, the anger in his heart became uncontrollable.
Francis's voice carried hints of desire. As a man, Eugene understood perfectly well.
Jennifer was supposed to be his tonight! Eugene grabbed a glass from the table and smashed it on the floor. Only this could release the fury in his heart. Soon the living room was a complete mess, and even the back of his hand was cut by the broken glass.
Eugene looked at the blood on his hand, his eyes dark as he muttered to himself, "Jennifer, you dare to play me? I won't go easy anymore. From now on, even if you beg me, I won't let your dad and Marlowe off!"
At this moment, Jennifer couldn't focus on passion either. Seeing her distracted, Francis bit her lip lightly. "You're not paying attention. That deserves punishment."
Jennifer cried out in pain and quickly wrapped her arms around Francis's neck, pressing close to him. She said somewhat pitifully, "I'm sorry, but I'm a bit worried."
Francis held her bottom and placed her on the bed, then crouched down to look at her at eye level. "Worried about what? Were you planning to go see him tonight?"
Jennifer pressed her lips tightly together, looking down without speaking. If he knew about her deal with Eugene, would he look down on her? But in front of him, she seemed to always be this embarrassing.
Francis touched her cheek, his tone somewhat commanding. "But you came back with me, so there's no need to worry. I'll handle those things for you. Eugene is a jerk who only knows how to bully you."
Jennifer tugged at his sleeve, her eyes hopeful yet timid. "Really? You didn't seem to like it before when I asked for these things."
Francis's index finger traced her cheek, sliding down her neck to rest on her collarbone. "Our relationship is different now. I want to handle your affairs. Don't you want that?"
Jennifer hugged him happily. "I do!" She didn't dare ask what their relationship was. It should be a bit closer than just sex partners, which is why he was willing to solve her problems.
But their way of being together meant she wouldn't be his public girlfriend. She'd just think of it as friends with some closeness—she was satisfied with that.
Francis held her and laughed. "You're very passionate tonight. Have you fallen in love with me?"
Jennifer certainly wouldn't admit it, but Francis didn't care. He suddenly stood up holding her and spun around twice, making Jennifer cry out and hold him even tighter.
Francis smiled with satisfaction. He enjoyed the feeling of being needed by her—this was protectiveness, something he rarely felt toward a woman. He stared at Jennifer in his arms. Jennifer was undoubtedly beautiful, and her beauty was gentle and pure, making people want to hold her in their palms and cherish her. She was the type who easily stirred men's tenderness, making them want to marry her and keep her hidden at home.
Francis shook his head—he didn't believe in marriage, so how could he have such ridiculous thoughts?
But Jennifer suddenly sneezed. She quickly widened her eyes and covered her mouth. It seemed some saliva had flown into Francis's eyes, and he blinked. Francis had a thing about cleanliness, so she worried whether he'd be angry.
"You have a cold. Looks like we can't continue." Francis sighed with some regret, put her on the bed, and was about to leave.
But Jennifer stepped barefoot on the carpet and grabbed his sleeve, explaining urgently, "Francis, I don't have a cold. I can do it."
Francis chuckled and tapped her nose, teasing. "So eager to sleep with me? No way. I'm a doctor, not an animal. We'll continue when you're better."
Jennifer bit her lip, her cheeks flushed, looking both shy and feverish. Francis touched her cheek and forehead, saying softly, "No fever, so why so red?" Jennifer let go of him and quickly dove under the covers, even covering her head and ignoring him. Only after Francis left and closed the door did she peek out with just her eyes showing.
Soon, there was a knock on the door. Jennifer quickly closed her eyes and pretended to sleep. But Francis just opened the door and walked in. He was carrying a small bowl and placed it on the nightstand. "Little pervert, stop pretending to sleep. Get up and take your medicine."
Jennifer threw off the covers and glared at him. "Who's the pervert? You're the pervert!"
Francis nodded. "Right, I'm the pervert." He picked up the bowl and brought a spoonful of medicine to her. Jennifer felt too embarrassed to argue with him anymore and lowered her head to slowly drink the medicine. The cold medicine was a bit sweet but also a bit unpleasant, but Jennifer's heart felt only sweetness.
After feeding her the medicine, Francis lay down beside her. Jennifer's face showed a moment of surprise—didn't he say they wouldn't have sex tonight?
Francis saw through her thoughts and gently held her. "I need a familiar sleeping environment. This is my bed. Don't worry, I'll just hold you, I won't do anything."
He was a man with normal physical needs, but he was also very confident in his self-control. He had never been unable to hold back—actually, he just didn't want to hold back.
Jennifer obediently nestled against his chest. Having just taken the medicine, she felt her body heating up and squirmed uncomfortably a few times. Francis held her still, his voice husky. "Don't move. You're challenging my patience."
Jennifer froze immediately. She could feel something pressing against her from below Francis. What happened to not doing anything? Her voice was weak as she explained, "I'm a bit hot. Can you let me sleep in the guest room?"
Francis responded quickly. "No. I'm too lazy to prepare the guest room. Just lie here and don't move, and nothing will happen. If you're hot, just bear with it. You'll be fine when you wake up tomorrow." He was coaxing Jennifer again, even gently patting the back of her head.
Fortunately, the cold medicine worked well. Jennifer felt drowsiness washing over her and gradually closed her eyes.
After Jennifer fell asleep, Francis turned off the light and went to sleep as well. Although his desire wasn't satisfied, his heart seemed to be filled with warmth. With her, he felt a homely comfort and slept better than any other night.