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.

says I'm not

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

back to your room and put some clothes -

off the bandages covering his wound. The sudden pain

“You!”

gritted his teeth. I'm

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

her gaze on the man's injury

as

Mr. Lindberg's always been level-headed, but he seems to be losing his temper a lot recently. I'll have to admit this woman

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

and Francesca stood up to touch Danrique's forehead. “You do have a fever. Wipe your body with a hot towel, then go to sleep. I'll get

she returned to her

maids quickly followed

about to give Danrique's body a wipe when the latter took the hot towel from her. “I'll do it myself.

meekly

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

Kerrie

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