Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

qAfter waking up and putting on her clothes, Francesca walked over and opened the door. “Good morning, William!”

“Francesca, did I wake you?”

William looked at her with a conflicted expression.

“No, I was already awake.” Francesca noticed the paleness on William's face and the fact that his eyes were bloodshot. “Did you not sleep the entire night?”

“I was worried about Robin, so I had been staying by his side,” William replied with a smile. “He woke up at six and looks a lot better. He's having his breakfast now.”

“I'm glad to hear that. I'll go over later.” Francesca yawned. “I'm going to shower first.”

“Francesca,” William called out to her.

“Hmm?” She turned her head around to look at him.

you all right?” William's eyes were

Why wouldn't I be?” Francesca chuckled. “All right

that, she closed

alone in the room, she wiped the smile off her face, then anxiously took out her phone to

of Danrique's engagement to Hazel filled

headline was a loving picture. In it, Danrique was sharply dressed in a black suit. As he stood in the shadows, the play of

a mermaid tail that highlighted her sensuous figure,

simplicity of the picture, it very much resembled

a blissful smile in the picture. Although Danrique's expression was hidden in the shadows, the contrast between one's warmth

how loving those

permission, she still believed that

compared to the previous incident where only certain media outlets reported the news, every major outlet

someone else. It looks like Monica is right. Danrique must have broken up with me because he got together with Hazel. And yet, I foolishly believed that he was forcing me to go see him. How deluded can I be? It now turns out that

more emotional she became. She even felt the urge to