q“Come with me, Master Felch. Hurry!”

Kerrie anxiously dragged Francesca along.

“What? Hey! Wait...”

Francesca was immediately brought to the room next door.

At this very moment, Danrique was seated on the sofa with his back facing her, loosening the buttons on his shirt one by one.

Sean placed a bag of ice against his boss' forehead, and he called out to Francesca upon seeing her. “Dr. Felch! Come over. Mr. Lindberg's having another fever.”

Francesca walked over, knelt in front of Danrique, and began to examine his wound.

Danrique stopped unbuttoning his shirt and stared at her with creased brows.

The woman was dressed in nothing but a bathrobe, and her hair was still wet. Water droplets could be seen trailing down her neck.

The sight of it all seemed rather suggestive.

Danrique quickly averted his gaze. “Why aren't you wearing any clothes?” he demanded.

respond. “Who says

so frantic that I dragged Master Felch over like this,” Kerrie

room and put

could finish, Francesca ripped off the bandages covering his wound.

“You!”

gritted his teeth. I'm

throw myself at you. Don't get the wrong idea,” Francesca remarked bluntly without even

gaze on the

in Danrique's eyes as

to be losing

day, but he hasn't done anything to get rid of her

have a fever.

that, she returned

quickly

body a wipe when the latter took

Sir.” Kerrie meekly

her leave the room. “Why aren't you tending to

Kerrie answered in a hushed

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