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.”

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. All that's left in his mind and heart are

“It's cold,” she complained.

up her cold, trembling

chest. “You won't feel cold like this,” he said with a kiss on

warmth filled Francesca's chest, smelling his familiar scent. Something warm surged within

“Tell me everything next time. Don't act

Feeling frustrated, he took out and was about to hang up the call when

hardened instantly, and rage stirred within her. She snatched his phone, rolled down the

Everything happened within seconds.

fast that Danrique didn't even

“You—”

“I almost forgot.”

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

did