Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Chapter 1793 Cece

Being the alert man he was, Sean felt something off about this woman.

Yet, he couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was.

Casting his thoughts aside, he returned to Danrique, only to find the latter sweating profusely. “Dr. Felch! Come take a look. What’s wrong with Mr. Lindberg? Why is he sweating so much?”

Francesca glanced over. “It means his fever’s starting to subside,” she said nonchalantly. “Give him a wipe and change the sheets.”

“Thank goodness.” Overjoyed, Sean hurriedly summoned someone over.

“Why do you have to get someone else to do this? Can’t you do it yourself?” Francesca asked, curious.

“I have to get the nurse to wipe Mr. Lindberg down and change his clothes. Mr. Lindberg doesn’t like other men touching him,” Sean explained.

“Oh?” Francesca nodded. “So he’s not gay.”

stilled briefly. Did

now that his temperature’s lowering, there’s not

and rubbed her

leave, Danrique suddenly let out a

in her tracks and felt her

so familiar and

of emotions swirled within her as she turned around to

“Hello, Master Felch.”

that very moment, two nurses and maids walked in and greeted Francesca before tending to Danrique and

a hot towel. Mr. Lindberg’s sweating a lot,” Sean instructed on the side. “Be careful not to touch his wound. Give him a bathrobe instead of

to get busy and

at Danrique once more before

she couldn’t stop pondering over why that nickname gave her such

earth is

hurt as she returned to her room, and she went to sleep after having

long until she drifted

dream, there was a young lady in

laughter resonated across the field as birds and

tall figure who seemed to be watching the woman

rays bathed down on him,

toward him, hoping to catch a glimpse of his

his appearance, and she just couldn’t see