Chapter 92: Interest
Francis didn't place his wine glass properly. The stemmed glass fell to the floor and shattered everywhere. He stood up, his eyes sharp and demanding, "What did you say? Say that again."
Jennifer's lips trembled. She looked up at him and said softly, "You said back then that you'd end things when you got bored. Now that Aurora is back, I can see she really cares about you. There's no point in me staying here anymore."
She wanted to reason with Francis, but anger flared in his eyes. "Who said I'm bored? I think you've found yourself another man!" He had thought her obedience was a sign of affection, never expecting that it was actually a prelude to leaving. Did she think he hadn't seen her getting tangled up with Eugene, accepting Declan's advances? He'd just been a bit busy with work, hadn't contacted her for a few days, and she was already thinking about breaking up. He wouldn't allow it!
"Francis, don't accuse me of things I didn't do!" Jennifer got angry too, standing up and glaring at him. "I can't control how hot and heavy you and Aurora are getting, but that doesn't mean I'm like you two." Jennifer glanced at the newspaper in the trash can.
Francis followed her gaze and immediately saw the photo of him and Aurora on the page, along with the enlarged headline "The Untold Story Between Francis and Aurora." It was the latest entertainment daily. So she really was jealous - she wanted him to keep his distance from Aurora? Francis's expression softened a bit. He pulled Jennifer into his arms, nuzzling her nose. "Jealous again? Jennifer, you know we're just happy sex partners, no feelings involved, right? Once or twice is fun, but if you keep throwing tantrums like this, I'll think you've fallen in love with me." He had this confidence - she did have feelings for him, otherwise they wouldn't be so compatible in bed. He enjoyed her love but didn't want to be bound by it. Maybe, as Tina said, he was a bad man.
"I haven't." Jennifer's denial was somewhat weak because she knew she was lying. Francis planted light kisses on her face, and she resisted, both embarrassed and angry.
Francis laughed easily. She looked adorable like this. "Don't worry, I won't get back together with Aurora. Right now, I'm more interested in your body." He was telling the truth. That night, when he held Aurora while dancing, even though they were in an intimate position, he felt no desire. In contrast, when he had physical contact with Jennifer, his desire was easily aroused. He was a man who followed his physical instincts, so this choice was easy to make.
Jennifer bit her lip. "Should I thank you for your interest?" She didn't know why this conversation had turned out this way. But she could feel it - Francis really wasn't bored with her body yet, so he was still willing to explain things to her. In this relationship, without his agreement, it couldn't end. She could only continue to endure, waiting for the day he lost interest.
"I'll make you satisfied." Francis bit the soft flesh on her neck. He hadn't touched her in a week and was really struggling.
Jennifer's period had just ended a few days ago, so she was at her most sensitive. She was quickly aroused, her body heating up. A wave of helplessness surged through her. In this relationship, there seemed to be so little she could do. Francis decided both the beginning and the end. She didn't want to fall too deep, but she couldn't resist his physical touch, always being pulled into the whirlpool of desire again and again. He had entered not just her body, but also her heart. All she could do was warn herself repeatedly, "He doesn't love you, don't get too invested."
Both their breathing became rapid. Francis picked her up, making Jennifer wrap her legs around his waist, kissing her passionately while walking toward the sofa. The dining table was too hard, not suitable. He placed Jennifer on the soft sofa, took off her top, and caressed her round, delicate shoulders. His kisses moved from her chin down to her chest. One hand started unbuckling her belt, while the other took her hand and guided it downward. Jennifer trembled the moment she touched his penis. She whimpered and used her fingers to stroke it through his pants, as if playing a slow-tempo piano piece. Since she couldn't resist, she might as well enjoy it.
Just as they were both getting aroused, Francis's phone rang. Jennifer immediately stopped what she was doing like a thief caught in the act, saying quietly, "Your phone." She was easily embarrassed - just hearing the phone ring gave her a sense of being exposed and watched. Francis, however, was completely unaffected. Instead, he unbuttoned her chest and slipped his hand inside her bra to pinch her nipple. Jennifer cried out in pleasure, and the phone finally stopped ringing. She relaxed a bit.
But soon, that annoying ringtone started again. This time, Jennifer's voice was almost tearful. She pushed Francis's face away to stop him from continuing and said softly, "Answer the phone first, in case it's something important. We can continue after you're done with your business."
Francis chuckled at her shyness and picked up the phone. If it were one of his subordinates, he'd definitely scold them. But the caller was Ryan, so he became more serious and answered, "Mr. Mitchell, this is Francis. Yes, I was busy just now. What's up?"
Seeing that it was Ryan calling, Jennifer didn't want to disturb their business conversation and tried to quietly slip away from under him. She buttoned up her chest while moving to the side. Francis listened to Ryan while using his free hand to press down on hers. He wouldn't let her get dressed and instead reached inside to slowly knead and caress, as if playing with a stress toy. Jennifer trembled under his touch but didn't dare make a sound, only pressing her lips together and glaring at him.
Ryan's voice sounded urgent. "Francis, I found that secondhand dealer. She said the person who came to sell the bracelet was a young, beautiful girl - it must be my daughter!"
Francis raised an eyebrow, saying, "That's definitely good news, congratulations," while pinching her with his hand. Jennifer couldn't hold back and let out a short whimper. Although she quickly covered her mouth, Ryan still heard it and asked, "What was that sound?"
Francis's expression didn't change. He smiled and said, "Nothing, probably just noise from outside the window. Mr. Mitchell, please continue."
Ryan didn't press further and let out a long sigh. "I had arranged to meet with that shop owner tonight, but she got into a car accident on her way here. I heard she's seriously injured. I'd like to have her transferred to your hospital. Is that okay? I'll cover her medical expenses."
"Of course, no problem. I already promised you this. I'll have them do everything they can to... save her." Francis paused awkwardly at the end. It was because Jennifer, dissatisfied with his earlier teasing, had started stroking his most sensitive area.
Ryan sensed something was off and asked with concern, "Francis, is this a bad time?"