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qDanrique merely frowned at her demand and stayed silent. His face was black.

He had no intention to communicate nor had the attitude to want to solve the problem.

“Danrique—”

“Let's talk after we get home.”

Danrique ended the conversation with that sentence.

Even though Francesca was furious, she didn't want to argue with Danrique in front of Sean and Sloan.

Fine! We'll talk when we get home.

She pulled Danrique's coat tighter, completely covering herself, and curled up in her seat. Her face was turned toward the window, unwilling to look at him.

Danrique was speechless at her sudden change. This woman changes her attitude faster than how I flip through a book. She was acting cutely in my embrace a minute ago and started throwing a tantrum the next. It's like they are two different people. Also, she's way too good at playing the victim. She was the one who flew to Danontand to meet with William and didn't explain her actions to me. Yet, she's interrogating my relationship with Hazel. What is this?

Yet here he was, getting entangled with Hazel again. She's even calling

two continued to simmer in anger all the way back to

of the car, Monica shouted from afar, “Ms.

over to her. Danrique's big long coat wrapped her body like a bedsheet. The bottom of

hurt? I'll treat it immediately once we're inside,” Francesca asked

so I called Robin to inform him about our safe arrival at Xendale and our meeting with Mr. Lindberg. Robin asked me to take care of you and didn't say anything else. When I asked him about His Highness' condition, he changed the topic. I'm worried

expression turned grave. “I left in such

Monica panicked. “What should we do

“I—”

Felch!” Danrique

him but still followed him

to treat your wound. Come this way, please.” Mylo was in charge of Monica's welfare, so he led her to the

“Thank you.”

to welcome Francesca