Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

qHer concession softened Danrique's heart. He grabbed onto her ankle, placed her feet on his lap, and even used his warm hands to warm up her feet.

His actions had broken the ice between them.

Tears filled Francesca's eyes as she pouted her lips.

“Silly Girl!” Danrique's heart ached for her, yet he was frustrated with her. He pulled her against his chest and reprimanded, “Why did you run off to Danontand without discussing it with me?”

Francesca pouted, feeling aggrieved. She didn't respond as more tears filled her eyes.

“Does it hurt?” Danrique couldn't bear to scold her. He gently rubbed her feet with his hands and tucked her hair behind her ear. “Your hair is this long already?”

“Yeah.” Francesca nodded with acknowledgment. “You said you like long hair, so I didn't cut it...” her voice broke into a sob.

Danrique's heart was crushed at the fragility in her tone.

He cupped her face and leaned down to kiss her. “All right, don't cry. Everything is fine now that you're back.”

seat. Mr. Lindberg sure is easy to coax. All it takes is one sentence in a soft, pleading voice to soothe his ruffled feather. He kept saying he would punish Francesca and give her a severe scolding to teach her a lesson before. I suppose he has forgotten all about that.

“It's cold,” she complained.

cold, trembling body

his chest.

familiar scent. Something warm surged within her and warmed up

her even tighter. “Tell me everything next

he took out and was about to hang up the call when Francesca saw the

She snatched his phone, rolled down the window, and

Everything happened within seconds.

that Danrique didn't

“You—”

“I almost forgot.”

embrace and scoot back to her side with a straight back. Her dependence and cuteness earlier had gone up in smoke. Even her eyes that

Hazel. Why did you come looking for