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

least that's how romance novels always go. Those alpha CEOs always resort to such measures. I recalled there was a novel I read before in

thought had Francesca giving Danrique a

demanded with a

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

only caught that one word in her

fatale. Why would I take a bullet for a man? Moreover,

know me well?” Danrique's expression darkened

what happened seven

I'm telling you the truth. I was still

bullet for you. Something hit my foot, causing me to lose my balance and accidentally fall into your arms, then I

Even though it's cruel, I have to tell

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

head as though he had no problem

“That's right.”

was ecstatic. This stubborn man had finally thought

is so huge, and we

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