Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

qInside the Lincoln limousine behind the Rolls-Royce, Francesca sneezed twice. She rubbed her nose a little and frowned. “Is someone cursing me?”

“Are you okay?” asked William in a concerned tone.

“Oh, I'm fine,” replied Francesca. “By the way, why did you ask me over?”

“I want to spend some time with you,” answered William. His gaze was warm when he added, “Francesca, I will go to Zarain with you once Danrique is cured.”

“Oh, it won't help, even if you follow me along,” replied Francesca without thinking much about anything. “It'll take a comprehensive medical plan to treat your leg, and there is nothing I can do to cure it soon.”

“I know,” said William while nodding. “Thing is, I'm not following you to Zarain for my own sake. I am doing it because I worry about the injury in your head. What if something were to happen during your travel? Or if...”

“Oh, there's no need for that,” interrupted Francesca right away. “I enjoy being alone and will find it irritating if anyone were to tag along.”

She had always been straightforward and had never worried about being polite.

“Still, I worry. Remember what happened the last time when you took a cruise home? You got into some trouble on the way,” reminded William. His eyes shone with worry when he looked at her. “I am the one who hired you, so I am responsible for your safety. Besides...”

“You are so naggy,” complained Francesca. She was losing her patience by then.

but to change the topic in response. “Okay, fine. Let's not talk about this. You didn't get to eat much during lunch, so I had my people prepare some

had his subordinate hand

eyes glowed with glee as soon as she saw the food. She took her mask off and started

hide myself... at least not in front of Prince William,

entire time. As she ate, he would do miscellaneous things for her, such as pouring her a glass of water or

and was as barbaric as a person could get. She

lazily against her seat. “I'm gonna

“Sleep well.”

over to help Francesca lower the backrest of her seat. The maid even draped a

You are a lot nicer than that

and began snoring away

delighted. Her words were, in a way, suggesting that she

Felch is just as blunt as she has

how unique she

was as though he were admiring an exquisite painting in

his employer was thinking. “She is innocent and would say and do what she means.

up when I'm with her, nor do I need to worry about anything. It's so liberating and relaxing. She is the only one who can make me feel this way,” replied

know, Ma'am likes her, too,” shared Robin while smiling. “In fact, Ma'am once claimed that