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.

his question. Her mind was churning up a

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

Francesca giving Danrique a

demanded with a

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

only caught that one word in her

a saint or a femme fatale.

well?” Danrique's expression

what happened seven

to be courteous here. I'm telling you the truth. I

you. Something hit my foot, causing me to lose my balance and accidentally

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

said is true. You taking the bullet for me was accidental, and you had

his head as though he

“That's right.”

This stubborn man had

so huge, and we still

an accident or an odd coincidence, but it