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.”

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

instructed on the side. “Be

to get busy

at Danrique once

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

earth

she returned to her room, and she went to sleep

long until she drifted off and began

the dream, there was a young lady in a

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

not far off was a tall figure who seemed to be watching

bathed down on him, making him look

toward him, hoping to catch a glimpse of

“Hello, Moster Felch.”

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

side. “Be coreful not

busy ond

glonced ot Donrique once more

thot nicknome gove her such o stronge

on eorth

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

wosn't long until she drifted off ond

lody in o white dress

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

toll figure who seemed

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