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 stared

hair was still wet. Water droplets

of it

quickly averted his gaze. “Why aren’t you wearing any

and wasn’t sure how to respond. “Who says I’m not

that I dragged Master Felch over like

room and put some clothes

his wound. The

“You!”

teeth. I’m

Don’t get the wrong

on the man’s injury

eyes as his face reddened

been level-headed, but he seems to be losing his temper a lot recently. I’ll have to admit this woman really

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

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

returned to her

quickly

body a wipe when the latter took the hot

Sir.” Kerrie meekly did as

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