Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

qThe car drove slowly in the direction of the airport.

Ever since meeting Danrique, the dog, Cece, quiet down, lying meekly on the back seat without moving, but its tail wagging all the time.

“Have some hot tea, Dr. Felch.” Sam handed the thermos of brewed tea to Dr. Felch. “You seem to have something on your mind?”

The old man let out a deep sigh. “In the past, I always wanted to keep her on the mountain, thinking that was the best protection for her. Yet now, I discovered that everyone has their own destiny, and everything has been pre-arranged...”

“Huh?” Sam scratched his head as a sign that he did not understand.

“That guy is not bad!”

Dr. Felch mumbled to himself again. He looked at the clear sky outside the window as a smile appeared on his face, carrying the warmth of an old father.

Francesca was still unconscious when Danrique returned to the hospital. Helen told him that someone with that kind of head injury would be unconscious for a long time, so he needed to wait patiently.

However, before she woke up, it was best to remain in the hospital to prevent any emergencies and complications due to untimely treatment.

Hence, Danrique told someone to set up a small bed in the ward and bring his clothes over.

the ward every day and never left. He merely wiped her face

reading emails on his tablet and handling official business while Sean and Heidi

brought him a desk lamp. “The light is too dark and is bad for your eyes, Mr. Lindberg. It's better to use the

felt that it would disturb Francesca, as she could not sleep with the lights

only left the emergency lights on and worked in the

bear to see that, so he brought the

“Take it away!”

Danrique frowned.

and the tone is warm, so it won't hurt Ms. Felch's eyes,” Sean replied

it away.” Danrique sounded

Sean did not dare to comment further and hurriedly took the desk

put down his tablet and rubbed his tired eyes before turning to look at Francesca, who was lying on the hospital bed. He gently held her hand and said softly, “How can you

and seemed

on her forehead and

he rested his head beside her and drifted off

Danrique before

light in the room, Francesca

drag her to the abyss of hell, but at that moment, a pair of slim and slender hands grabbed her hand in time, pulling