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.”

very moment, two nurses and maids walked in and greeted Francesca before tending to Danrique and changing

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

busy

Danrique once more before

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on earth

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drifted off and began to

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