Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Chapter 1876 Coax Him

Danrique dashed forward a moment too late, only managing to grasp at the thin air her arm used to be moments before. By the time he realized what had happened, Francesca was already soaring out of the window with her arms outstretched.

Danrique was about to follow suit when he found to her relief that she had landed safely and was busy rummaging for missing jewelry in the snow.

Although her bedroom was only situated on the second floor, it was still forty feet above the ground. Inexplicably, it did not even seem like a superhuman feat to her.

Under the increasingly heavy snowfall, Francesca brushed the snowflakes off of her shoulders impatiently. Despite being clad in only a thin gauze skirt, the cold did not seem important enough to pause her search.

Even more suspiciously, the sprightly movements with which she plodded atop the snow barefooted were most unlike that of a frail woman in convalescence.

Danrique squinted his eyes and looked at her, his eyes flickering with a spark of recognition. What a familiar looking back.

“Oh, Ms. Cece!” Norah appeared anxiously with a coat at the ready. “Aren’t you a little underdressed? What are you looking for out here by yourself? Come in, you’re going to catch a cold.”

“I’m looking for the jewels your idiotic master has thrown out of the window,” Francesca blurted aloud in her anxiety. “I couldn’t find them anywhere.”

Her voice rang clearly up the castle walls and reached Danrique’s ears who frowned at the unflattering title.

I’ll have someone look for it for

shoulders. “It’s freezing today. We must warm you up and ensure that you’ll be fit enough to attend the banquet with Mr.

not going anywhere!” Francesca retorted, her mind occupied with nothing else but the

topaz caught Francesca’s eye. She pounced and extracted a beautiful topaz necklace from a mound

summon several bodyguards

hands, most of the lost gems were

seven pieces. However, the total number of items that had been flung out of the window by Danrique remained unknown

fragile, she

in the snow, Norah escorted Francesca back to

coats and blankets to drape over her

up the stairs when Danrique descended gracefully. “Why did you throw them out, you

you’re free to throw it

could not be indifferent, as if it was

the jewelry against her chest,

Danrique nodded. “Sure.”

suspicious glare at him before disappearing upstairs to count her loot and found everything else accounted for except