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

basement and torture me? Well, at least that's how romance novels always 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

scary thought had Francesca giving

me,” Danrique demanded

did you intend to marry me?” Francesca refused to answer and asked instead. “Was it because I accidentally took a

had only caught that one word

or a femme fatale. Why would I take a bullet for a man? Moreover, I don't even know you that

well?” Danrique's expression darkened at her words. “Seven

already forgotten what happened

telling you the truth. I was still young

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

Even though it's cruel, I have to tell him the truth. It's better than leaving

taking the bullet for me was accidental, and

as though he had no problem accepting

“That's right.”

This stubborn man had finally thought things

huge, and we still meet each other after all

but it