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.

his shirt and stared

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

it

quickly averted his gaze. “Why aren’t you

respond. “Who says I’m not wearing any clothes? Am I not in a

that

room and put some clothes

his wound. The sudden

“You!”

his teeth. I’m

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

on the man’s

Danrique’s eyes as his face reddened with

but he seems to be losing his temper a lot recently. I’ll have to admit this

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

quickly redressed, and Francesca stood up to touch Danrique’s forehead. “You do have a fever. Wipe your body with a

that, she returned

quickly followed

latter took the hot towel from her. “I’ll

Sir.” Kerrie meekly did

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