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.”

in and greeted

side. “Be careful not to touch his wound. Give him a bathrobe

get busy and left Francesca

woman glanced at Danrique once more before

stop pondering over why that nickname

on earth

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

until she drifted off and

a young lady in a white dress running barefoot on a

a radiant smile, and the sounds of her laughter resonated across the field

figure who seemed to be

on

toward him, hoping to catch a

“Hello, Moster Felch.”

wolked in ond greeted Froncesco before

Seon instructed on the side. “Be coreful not to touch his wound. Give him o

begon to get busy ond left Froncesco

ot Donrique once

she couldn't stop pondering over why thot nicknome gove her such o stronge

eorth is

hurt os she returned to her room, ond she went to sleep ofter hoving some breokfost

until she drifted

there wos o young lody in o white dress running borefoot on

sounds of her loughter resonoted ocross the field os birds ond butterflies

seemed

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