Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

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.”

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

body was

“Danrique... Mmm...”

Francesca was about to speak, Danrique kissed her lips. His

and her body tensed. Widening her eyes, she stared at

reaction, she wanted to push him away but

pinned beneath his body, while a needle was stuck to her other arm. It was so numb with pain that she

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

more engrossed in the kiss. Blood surged through his body as he felt a primitive urge to pull Francesca into

already trying his best to control himself but he still accidentally hurt

“Ah...”

was in such pain that she trembled uncontrollably. Her tears were almost streaming

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

Francesca quickly stopped him. “It's just

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

treating the wound, the

to sleep on the bed anymore. He sat on the sofa at