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

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 a novel I read before in which the male lead had locked the

thought had Francesca

me,” Danrique demanded with

to marry me?” Francesca refused to answer and

caught that one word

fatale. Why would

me well?” Danrique's expression darkened at her words. “Seven

already forgotten what happened seven years

not trying to be courteous here. I'm telling you the truth. I

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

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

You taking the bullet for me was

his head as though he had no

“That's right.”

man had

Suddenly, Danrique made a turn. “The world is so huge, and we still meet each other after all this time. Also,

it doesn't change the fact that an unbreakable bond