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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

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

sight of it all seemed rather

averted his gaze. “Why aren’t you wearing

wasn’t sure how to respond. “Who says I’m not wearing any clothes? Am I not in a

Lindberg. I was so frantic that I dragged Master Felch over like this,”

back to your room and put some

ripped off the bandages covering his wound. The

“You!”

gritted his teeth. I’m going to

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

gaze on the man’s injury

burned in Danrique’s eyes as his face reddened

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

every day, but he hasn’t

“You do have a fever. Wipe your body with a hot towel, then go

that, she returned

maids quickly

body a wipe when the latter took the hot towel from her. “I’ll do

Sir.” Kerrie meekly did

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