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

to such measures. I recalled there was a novel I read before in which the male lead had locked the female lead in an

thought had Francesca giving

me,” Danrique demanded with

answer and asked instead. “Was it because I accidentally took a bullet for

that one

a femme fatale. Why would I

well?” Danrique's expression

what happened seven years

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

took the bullet for you. Something hit my foot, causing me

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

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

his head as though

“That's right.”

This stubborn man

turn. “The world is so huge, and we still meet each

odd coincidence, but it doesn't