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

furious if I told him the truth? Will he break 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

had Francesca giving

me,” Danrique demanded with

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

caught that one word

saint or a femme fatale. Why would I

well?” Danrique's expression darkened at

what

trying to be courteous here. I'm telling you the truth. I was still young then, so I didn't

an odd coincidence that I took the bullet for you. Something hit my foot, causing

have to tell him

You taking the bullet for me was accidental, and you had forgotten about what happened seven years

head as though he had no problem

“That's right.”

man had finally thought

huge, and we still meet each other

coincidence, but it doesn't change the fact