Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

qWhen Francesca woke up, she realized she was in a white room.

All the decorations in the room were mainly white with a touch of other plain colors. It looked refreshing and romantic.

Just as she was still observing the room with a blank mind, a few maids suddenly entered the room and greeted her politely. “You're awake, Ms. Cece.”

Francesca was dumbfounded. Ms. Cece?

“Greetings. My name is Norah, the stewardess of this castle. Mr. Lindberg had asked us to take good care of you. How are you feeling right now? Does your wound still hurt? I've already asked someone to call the doctor.” A foreign middle-aged woman with a warm smile approached the bed Francesca was lying on.

While she was a foreigner, she could speak pretty fluent Chanaean.

“Where am I?” Francesca tried to sit up forcefully.

Two maids swiftly rushed toward her to help her up.

“This is the Lindberg residence in Xendale, Erihal,” Norah explained with a smile. “It's also Mr. Lindberg's home.”

Danrique brought me to his home in Erihal? Oh no, oh no. There's no way

few female doctors entered the room. They first bowed at her politely before

them examine her. Have they found out about the injury

be calling me Ms. Cece. Still, I suppose that isn't weird, since they're just normal doctors. They're only concerned about treating the gunshot wound on my back. It's unlikely they'll notice the metal hidden inside my noggin. It's good that they don't know, otherwise, Danrique will just think I'm lying to him and playing him. Still, I told him I'm pregnant, so why did he bring me back to his home? Even if

going to change your bandages now, Ms. Cece. It'll hurt, but it'll be quick. Please bear

waited

doctors were already very gentle with their movements, but when they applied the ointments, it still caused a little bit of pain. When Francesca let out a small groan of pain, a roar was heard from outside of the door.

“Yes, Mr. Lindberg!”

doctors were shaking in their boots and treated the wound even

standing at the door, looking at her with furrowed eyebrows. There was worry and

Did he intentionally bring me here to punish me? Or is he

the ointments were applied and the bandages

with a blanket and

He asked softly,