Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Chapter 1854 Home

When Francesca woke up, she realized she was in a white room.

All the decorations in the room were mainly white with a touch of other plain colors. It looked refreshing and romantic.

Just as she was still observing the room with a blank mind, a few maids suddenly entered the room and greeted her politely. “You’re awake, Ms. Cece.”

Francesca was dumbfounded. Ms. Cece?

“Greetings. My name is Norah, the stewardess of this castle. Mr. Lindberg had asked us to take good care of you. How are you feeling right now? Does your wound still hurt? I’ve already asked someone to call the doctor.” A foreign middle-aged woman with a warm smile approached the bed Francesca was lying on.

While she was a foreigner, she could speak pretty fluent Chanaean.

am I?” Francesca tried to

maids swiftly rushed toward her

is the Lindberg residence in Xendale, Erihal,” Norah explained with a smile. “It’s also Mr. Lindberg’s

to his home in Erihal? Oh no, oh no. There’s no

that moment, the door was pushed open. A few female doctors entered the room. They first bowed

was in so much pain that she couldn’t move properly, so all she could do was to let them examine her. Have they found out about the injury at the back of my brain? Did Danrique know my true identity? I guess I’ll know soon

wasn’t found out. If I was, then they would’ve known my true identity. And if they did, then they wouldn’t be calling me Ms. Cece. Still, I suppose that isn’t weird, since they’re just normal doctors. They’re only concerned about treating the gunshot wound on my back. It’s unlikely they’ll notice the metal hidden inside my noggin. It’s good that they don’t know, otherwise, Danrique will just think I’m lying to him and playing him. Still, I told him I’m pregnant, so why did he bring me back to his home? Even if he doesn’t mind I have a boyfriend

it’ll be quick. Please bear with us…” The doctor’s Chanaean

and waited

applied the ointments, it still caused a little bit of pain. When Francesca let out a small groan of

“Yes, Mr. Lindberg!”

were shaking in their boots and treated the

door, looking at her with furrowed

little confused. What’s going on with this guy? Did he figure out I was lying to him? Did he intentionally bring me here to punish me? Or is he still on his one-track

and the bandages were changed, the