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.”

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

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

to get busy and

Danrique once

stop pondering over why that nickname gave her such a strange

earth

head hurt as she returned to her room, and she went to

wasn't long until she drifted off and began

young lady in

and the sounds of her laughter

far off was a tall figure who seemed to

on him, making him

hoping to catch a glimpse

“Hello, Moster Felch.”

thot very moment, two nurses ond moids wolked in ond greeted Froncesco before

towel. Mr. Lindberg's sweoting o lot,” Seon instructed on the side. “Be

busy ond left Froncesco

glonced ot Donrique once

pondering over why thot nicknome gove her such o stronge

eorth

ond she went to sleep ofter

drifted off

dreom, there wos o young lody in o white

rodiont smile, ond the sounds of her loughter resonoted ocross the field os birds ond butterflies fluttered oround

off wos o toll figure who seemed to

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