Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

q“I still have a stack here.” Danrique pointed at the mountain of documents at the side.

“Why are you calling me so early then?” Francesca lay on her stomach on the sofa and rested her chin on her palm. “Look, my hair is longer now.”

“I see that.” The look in Danrique's eyes became tender. “Did you curl your hair?”

“Haha!” Francesca burst out in laughter. “This is not from curling. This was the aftermath of a fire from an experiment I did today.”

“It looks good. I see your boobs are bigger, too.” Danrique stared at her lovingly.

“Um...” Francesca looked down at her breast as heat crept up her cheeks. “How could they grow bigger when I've already reached full maturity as an adult? This is an angle problem.”

“Oh? So lying on your belly can make your boobs look bigger.” His gaze turned suggestive.

“Is the size that important? Big or small, they're just two mounts on the chest, that's all.” Francesca picked up a cushion from the side and covered her chest with it, blocking them from his assessing gaze. “Are you done looking?”

“If it's big, you can breastfeed your child after delivery.” Danrique discussed somberly, “If it's flat, you might starve the child.”

“You have no common sense. Having big breasts doesn't guarantee they'll produce milk. Milk production has nothing to do with the size of the breast.”

a surrender gesture. “This is not important. If you can't

encountered an academic issue, she would

avoid wasting time on academic issues and would rather spend more time on exchanging sweet

in a

at your side? Can you

stroked Francesca's face on

I've run into a brick wall with William's treatment. I'm going through medical books every

she heard a voice from the

glanced down at his watch and said, “Let her

“Yes, sir.”

at the office. I have to deal with something

time, yet you guys are meeting again.” Francesca's temper

meeting again?” Danrique wasn't planning to explain

“You—”

up. I have things to tend to.

Danrique ended the call.

him again and