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.

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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

Francesca

Danrique demanded with a

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

caught that one word

a saint or a femme fatale. Why would I take a bullet

know me well?” Danrique's expression

forgotten what happened

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

took the bullet for you. Something hit my foot,

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

true. You taking the bullet for me was

nodded his head as though he had no problem

“That's right.”

This stubborn man had finally

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be an accident or an odd coincidence, but it doesn't change the fact