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

me? Well, at least that's how romance novels always go. Those alpha CEOs always resort to such measures. I

thought had Francesca giving

Danrique demanded with

to marry me?” Francesca refused to answer and asked instead.

only caught that one word in

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

well?” Danrique's expression

already forgotten what happened

I'm telling you the truth. I was still young then,

my foot,

cruel, I have to tell

for me was accidental, and you had forgotten

though he had no

“That's right.”

man had finally

Danrique made a turn. “The world is so huge, and we still meet each other after all this

or an odd coincidence, but it doesn't change the fact that an unbreakable bond binds