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 way to answer

novels always go. Those alpha CEOs always resort to such measures. I recalled

Francesca

me,” Danrique demanded with

Francesca refused to answer and asked instead. “Was it because I

Danrique had only caught that one word in her

femme fatale. Why would I take a bullet for a man? Moreover,

Danrique's expression darkened at her

forgotten what happened seven years

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

an odd coincidence that I took the bullet for you. Something hit my foot, causing me to lose my balance and accidentally fall into your

have to tell him the

the bullet for me was accidental, and you

as though he had no problem accepting

“That's right.”

stubborn man had finally thought things

Suddenly, Danrique made a turn. “The world is so huge, and we still meet each

might be an accident or an odd coincidence, but it doesn't change