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.

shirt and

nothing but a bathrobe, and her hair was still wet. Water droplets could be seen trailing down

of it all seemed rather

aren’t you wearing

“Who says I’m not

I was so frantic that I dragged Master Felch

your room and put some

the bandages covering his wound. The sudden

“You!”

man gritted his teeth. I’m going to kill

treat you, not throw myself at you. Don’t get the wrong idea,”

her gaze on the man’s injury and redressed

in Danrique’s eyes as his face reddened

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

off every day, but he hasn’t done anything to get

to touch Danrique’s forehead. “You do have a fever. Wipe your body with a hot

that, she returned

quickly

give Danrique’s body a wipe when the latter took the hot towel from her. “I’ll do it myself.

Sir.” Kerrie meekly did as

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