Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Chapter 1797

Chapter 1797 It Must Be A Trap

“Come with me, Master Felch. Hurry!”

Kerrie anxiously dragged Francesca along.

“What? Hey! Wait…”

Francesca was immediately brought to the room next door.

At this very moment, Danrique was seated on the sofa with his back facing her, loosening the buttons on his shirt one by one.

Sean placed a bag of ice against his boss’ forehead, and he called out to Francesca upon seeing her. “Dr. Felch! Come over. Mr. Lindberg’s having another fever.”

Francesca walked over, knelt in front of Danrique, and began to examine his wound.

and stared at her with

hair was

of it

“Why aren’t

sure how to respond. “Who says

sorry, Mr. Lindberg. I was so frantic that I dragged Master Felch over

room and put some clothes

covering his

“You!”

his teeth. I’m going to kill

not throw myself at you. Don’t

kept her gaze on the man’s

burned in Danrique’s eyes as his face reddened

the ordeal. Mr. Lindberg’s always been level-headed, but he seems to be losing his temper a lot recently. I’ll have to admit this woman really has

Lindberg off every day, but he hasn’t done

stood up to touch Danrique’s forehead. “You do have a fever. Wipe your body with a hot towel, then

that, she returned

maids quickly followed

body a wipe when the latter

meekly did as

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