qThe corners of Danrique's lips quirked up as he watched Francesca chatting friendly with the household staff.

He liked watching her blending into his life and chatting away happily in the house.

“I'll head up first.”

“Go on.”

Francesca limped up the stairs slowly with her injured leg and the tail of Danrique's coat dragging behind her.

Danrique had already reached the upper part of the stairs and intentionally slowed down to wait for her.

However, she still couldn't keep up.

With a frown, he halted his steps and reached his hand out to her.

Francesca pursed her lips and glared at him. Despite that, she still put her hand in his after she caught up to him. With a slight tug from him, he lifted her into his arms.

The long coat slipped onto the stairs, but his steps didn't falter. He carried her up the stairs toward her room.

“You haven't explain.”

seeing the closeup of his handsome face, but she reminded

have to know what's going on between him and Hazel

her room. With a kick to the bathroom door, the

Plop!

Water splashed everywhere.

onto the rim of the bathtub tightly like a lifeline. She sucked in mouthful after mouthful of air into her lungs once

his shirt while staring

“Danrique, you b*stard!”

finally caught her breath and slapped

a b*stard, then what

the side and started on

he was

pants fell to the floor, he

hands and turned her back to

her nape, turned her

with shock. She tried to struggle, but he had her confined to a corner of the bathtub. He

like a storm battling

her mind. Her body trembled in his embrace as passion

passion they had for each other overwhelmed them. Their

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