Chapter 93 Body Fit
Francis narrowed his eyes in warning at Jennifer, grabbing her mischievous hand with one of his, while pretending nonchalance as he said, "It's nothing, just my little pet at home causing trouble. Mr. Mitchell, please continue."
Ryan didn't suspect anything and went on, "I've been eager to find her all this time. Now that I've learned about her, knowing she's right here in Golden Harbor, I suddenly feel hesitant. I wasn't there for the twenty years she was growing up. Will she accept me as her father? And Skylar—I wonder what kind of man she married. Does he treat her and the child well?"
Francis listened distractedly while gritting his teeth in restraint. After he pinned her hand down, Jennifer actually leaned in to lick his fingers. Crouched at his lap, she'd lick a couple times then look up at him provocatively. He was a man in his prime, not a puppet—how could he endure this? But Ryan was an elder he respected, so he had to offer comfort: "Mr. Mitchell, you didn't do it on purpose. Besides, you're such a good father, she'll definitely like you." Though he was suppressing it, his breathing gradually grew heavier.
Ryan suddenly guessed what he might be doing, and his old face flushed. "Francis, you go ahead with what you're doing. I won't disturb you anymore." The moment he hung up, he heard suggestive sounds from the other end. Francis's current girlfriend, Jennifer, seemed about the same age as his daughter. He wondered if his daughter had a boyfriend and what kind of person he was. She'd better not find someone like Francis—too lustful, not even taking a break while on the phone with an elder.
On the other end, Francis hung up and pinned Jennifer down on the sofa. "Had enough fun? Now it's my turn to teach you a lesson."
"I'm not scared of you." Jennifer tilted her slender neck back, meeting his gaze defiantly. He was the one who wouldn't let her leave first—she was just fighting back.
That night, they did it several times, both thoroughly satisfied. No one brought up those conflicts again. They were together just to satisfy physical needs, not to get married—there was really no need to interfere too much with each other. They seemed to have made up. Over the next few days, Francis came home every night and made love with Jennifer, like passionate lovers.
Jennifer still often heard about him running into Aurora at various social gatherings, heard they were teased into drinking from the same glass. But she no longer couldn't help buying those magazines and newspapers to take home. When she came across such news online, she just clicked "not interested" without any reaction. During the day, she was busy preparing for the design competition semifinals; at night, she relaxed her body and had sex with him. If he wanted to play, she'd play along—she'd just treat it like she'd hired a skilled and handsome male escort for free.
Marlowe, however, also saw those reports and called worriedly to ask, "Jennifer, what's going on with you and Francis? Did you break up? I see him with that rumored Aurora, and they really don't seem innocent."
Jennifer's tone was calm. "Marlowe, Francis, and I haven't broken up yet. But don't worry about this—we have an open relationship, I can't control him."
"How can that be?" Marlowe didn't understand. Things were fine before, Francis seemed to care for Jennifer—how was he now messing around outside?
Jennifer didn't know how to explain, only saying, "Don't worry, he and I won't last long. Soon I'll be able to come home and keep you and Dad company." She comforted her for a while longer until Marlowe's emotions calmed down.
That day, after showering, Jennifer sat at her vanity drying her hair when Francis came over, embraced her, kissed her, and said, "Changed shampoo? Today's scent is sweeter, like roses."
"Yes." Jennifer combed her hair ends. She had indeed switched to a new shampoo. Though she was usually loyal to products, she occasionally tried new scents.
Francis was about to say something when his phone rang—it was Ryan. He walked aside to take the call while Jennifer continued drying her hair and doing her skincare. When she finished and came out, she saw Francis sitting by the window drinking. She walked over to fiddle with the small ornaments on the table, casually asking, "What's up, something at the company?"
Francis pulled her hand to sit on his lap, playing with her delicate face as he said, "No, it's Mr. Mitchell. He's searching for his long-lost daughter. He finally found a key person, but that person was in a car accident and won't wake up. He consulted me about whether to do genetic database registration. I suggested he do it. In case his child also wants to find their biological father and registers their genes, they could match."
Jennifer was somewhat surprised. "Mr. Mitchell actually has a daughter." She couldn't help thinking of her own background. She wondered if her biological father knew about her existence. Would he want to reunite with her like Ryan? Should she also do genetic database registration? But if David found out she was secretly searching for her biological father, he'd surely be hurt. Forget it, she dismissed the thought.
Francis saw Jennifer's slightly parted lips and shocked expression—it was so cute he couldn't help pressing the back of her head and kissing her hard, only separating when she was somewhat breathless. While playing with her fragrant hair, he reminded her, "By the way, Mr. Mitchell doesn't want to publicize this search for his daughter. Don't tell anyone. He doesn't want the media disturbing his family."
"I know." Jennifer obediently agreed. She wasn't the type to gossip anyway, and besides, Ryan was the designer she admired most—she'd naturally respect his wishes.
Francis lifted her chin, looking seriously into her eyes. "I almost forgot you're a fan of Mr. Mitchell's. Mr. Mitchell invited me to dinner tomorrow—he has someone he wants to introduce me to. You want to go, don't you?"
Jennifer's eyes lit up. Of course, she wanted to go. But Francis's smile faded, and he said somewhat hesitantly, "Looks like you're more interested in him than in me. I've decided not to take you."
Jennifer hugged his arm coquettishly. "That makes no sense at all. I like you physically. I admire Mr. Mitchell professionally—they're completely different."
"Really? Then show me how much you like my body." Francis smiled at her. Actually, Ryan had told him to bring Jennifer, and he'd agreed. The person Ryan wanted to introduce was also in jewelry design—it would be boring for him to go alone. He was deliberately saying this just as a flirting tactic.
Jennifer saw the teasing in his eyes and lightly bit his chin. These days, she'd learned quite a few tricks. She used all the seductive techniques she'd learned from Francis, arousing him tremendously. The two soon tumbled into bed for another night of indulgence.