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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.

unbuttoning his shirt and stared at her with creased

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

it all

averted his gaze. “Why aren’t you wearing any clothes?”

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

frantic that I dragged Master Felch

room and put some

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

“You!”

man gritted his teeth.

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

gaze on the man’s

as his

he watched the ordeal. Mr. Lindberg’s always been level-headed, but he seems to be losing his temper a lot recently. I’ll have to admit this woman

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

up to touch Danrique’s forehead. “You do have a fever. Wipe your body with a hot towel, then go to sleep. I’ll

returned

quickly

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

meekly did as

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