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.

Her mind was

my leg, lock me in the 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

had Francesca giving Danrique

me,” Danrique demanded with a

to answer and asked instead. “Was

that one word

a femme fatale. Why would I take a bullet for

don't know me well?” Danrique's expression darkened at her words. “Seven

what happened seven years

said seriously, “I'm not trying to be courteous here. I'm telling you the truth. I was still young then, so

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

I have to tell him

for me was accidental, and you had forgotten

his head as though he had no problem accepting

“That's right.”

man had finally

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

but it doesn't change the fact that an

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