Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

qFrancesca reclined casually on the sofa as she sipped on a cup of warm milk.

She acted no different no matter where she was. She would stand and sit languidly. She would rather lie down instead of sitting and sit instead of standing, if she had a choice.

She had no care as to how people see her. She just did whatever was comfortable.

Danrique narrowed his eyes as he watched her. His eyes gleamed as if many thoughts were racing across his mind.

After a long silence, he finally spoke. “Did you take alcohol?”

“Yes, I did,” Francesca admitted.

“Eva pushed you to take them?” Danrique inquired.

“No, I took them willingly.”

Francesca didn't want to shift the blame onto others. Even though Eva did intend to make her drunk, her attempt failed. Francesca was the one who made the other drunk.

“You want to leave me?” Danrique questioned.

mind was churning up a

go. Those alpha CEOs always resort to such measures. I recalled there was a novel I read before in which the male lead had locked the female lead in an animal cage as punishment, causing a mastiff to hurt the female

had Francesca giving

demanded with a

refused to answer and

Danrique had only caught that

to him. “I'm not a saint or a femme fatale. Why would I take

know me well?” Danrique's expression darkened at her

forgotten what happened

telling you the truth. I was still young then, so I didn't know what

I took the bullet for you. Something hit my foot, causing me to lose my

Even though it's cruel, I have to tell him

for

though

“That's right.”

ecstatic. This stubborn man

we still

but it doesn't change the