qBeing the alert man he was, Sean felt something off about this woman.

Yet, he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.

Casting his thoughts aside, he returned to Danrique, only to find the latter sweating profusely. “Dr. Felch! Come take a look. What's wrong with Mr. Lindberg? Why is he sweating so much?”

Francesca glanced over. “It means his fever's starting to subside,” she said nonchalantly. “Give him a wipe and change the sheets.”

“Thank goodness.” Overjoyed, Sean hurriedly summoned someone over.

“Why do you have to get someone else to do this? Can't you do it yourself?” Francesca asked, curious.

“I have to get the nurse to wipe Mr. Lindberg down and change his clothes. Mr. Lindberg doesn't like other men touching him,” Sean explained.

“Oh?” Francesca nodded. “So he's not gay.”

“Ugh...” Sean stilled briefly. Did she think he was gay?

“Well, now that his temperature's lowering, there's not much else I need to do.”

Francesca yawned and rubbed her eyes.

But just as the woman began to leave, Danrique suddenly let out a murmur. “Cece...”

Francesca stopped in her tracks and felt her chest tighten.

That sounds so familiar and intimate. It's as if...

A mix of emotions swirled within her as she turned around to face Danrique.

“Hello, Master Felch.”

walked in and greeted

side. “Be careful not to touch

to get busy and

at Danrique

why that nickname gave

earth is

and she went to sleep after having some breakfast sent over by a

she drifted

in a white dress running barefoot on a

her laughter resonated across the field as

seemed to be watching the woman with his lips curved

bathed down on him, making him

sped toward him, hoping to catch a glimpse of

“Hello, Moster Felch.”

moids wolked in ond greeted Froncesco before tending to Donrique

o hot towel. Mr. Lindberg's sweoting o lot,” Seon instructed on the side. “Be coreful not to touch

busy ond left

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