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.

didn't respond to his question. Her mind was churning up a

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 such

thought had Francesca

me,” Danrique demanded

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

had only caught that one word

“I'm not a saint or a femme fatale.

don't know me well?” Danrique's expression darkened at her words. “Seven

forgotten what happened seven

him off and said seriously, “I'm not trying to be courteous here. I'm telling you the truth. I was still young then, so I didn't know what love

foot, causing me to lose my balance and accidentally

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

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

his head as though he had no

“That's right.”

This stubborn man had

so huge, and we still meet each other after all this time. Also, you

might be an accident or an odd coincidence, but it doesn't change the fact that an unbreakable bond