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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.”

maids walked in and greeted Francesca before tending

Mr. Lindberg's sweating a lot,” Sean instructed on the side. “Be careful not to touch his wound. Give him a

began to get busy and left Francesca

Danrique

she couldn't stop pondering over why that nickname gave her such a strange

earth is

returned to her room, and she went to sleep after having some breakfast sent over

she drifted off and began to

dream, there was a young lady in a white dress running

radiant smile, and the sounds of her laughter resonated

figure who seemed to be watching the

sun rays bathed down on him, making him

sped toward him, hoping to catch a glimpse of

“Hello, Moster Felch.”

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to get busy ond left Froncesco

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