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.

to his question. Her mind was churning up a way to

to such measures. I

scary thought had Francesca

Danrique demanded with a

Francesca refused to answer and

caught that one

Francesca didn't want to lie to him. “I'm not a saint or a femme fatale. Why would I take a bullet for a man? Moreover, I don't even know

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

forgotten what happened seven

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

odd coincidence that I took the bullet for you. Something hit my foot, causing me to lose my balance

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

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

nodded his head as though he had

“That's right.”

was ecstatic. This stubborn man had finally thought things

world is so huge, and we still meet each

odd coincidence, but it doesn't change