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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 creased

a bathrobe, and her hair was still wet. Water droplets could be seen trailing down

sight of it all seemed

aren’t you wearing any

respond. “Who says I’m

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

back to your room and put some clothes –

could finish, Francesca ripped off the bandages covering his wound. The sudden

“You!”

man gritted his teeth. I’m going to

myself at you. Don’t get the wrong idea,” Francesca remarked

gaze on the man’s injury and

as his

Lindberg’s always been level-headed, but he seems to be losing his temper a lot recently. I’ll

p*ss Mr. Lindberg off every day, but he hasn’t done

wound was quickly redressed, and Francesca stood up to touch Danrique’s forehead. “You do have a fever. Wipe your body with a hot towel, then go to sleep. I’ll

she returned

quickly followed

Danrique’s body a wipe when the latter

meekly

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