q“Rest now,” instructed Danrique matter-of-factly. Lying beside her and propping his head with his arm, he gazed at her gently.

“When I fell sick, you climbed into my bed and kept me company just like this...”

“I simply wanted to get my necklace back.” Francesca stared at him warily. “Did you misunderstand anything?”

“No...” Danrique moved closer to her. “You even kissed me.”

“I...”

Before Francesca could say anything, Danrique's cold lips touched on her forehead.

His gentle kisses landed on her brows, eyes, cheeks and finally, her lips.

Francesca was stunned. Her heart started pounding rapidly as her mind turned blank. For some reason, she did not have the urge to push him away.

Is it because I'm injured and can't move my arm?

“See, you still like me.”

said—if a girl did not refuse a guy's intimate acts, it meant that she

body was

“Danrique... Mmm...”

about to speak, Danrique kissed her lips. His passionate

body tensed. Widening her eyes, she stared at him in

push him away but could not

while a needle was stuck to her other arm. It was so numb with pain that she could only place it

actions were simply in sync with him. It meant that she liked him and could not

kiss. Blood surged through his body as he felt a primitive

already trying his best to control himself but he

“Ah...”

trembled uncontrollably. Her tears were

Danrique quickly let her go and moved aside. He called for the

fine.” Francesca quickly stopped him. “It's just the needle poking me.

did Danrique realize that the needle had pierced her skin, causing her to bleed. He quickly summoned the nurse over to tend to

the needle and treating the wound,

dare to sleep on the bed anymore. He sat on the sofa at the side and

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