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q“What?” Francesca still did not understand what he meant. “Do you have nothing else to ask me?”

“No.” Danrique shook his head. “All right, let's eat then.”

“Wait!” Francesca hurriedly stopped him. “Didn't you say that you have something to tell me just now?”

“What I wanted to say was...” Danrique held her chin and gazed into her eyes. “Let's get married!”

Francesca froze and blurted out, “What? When?”

“As soon as possible,” Danrique muttered as he brushed his thumb across her lips. “I want to marry you. What about you? Do you want to marry me?”

“Of course,” came her instant reply.

A pleased smile grew on Danrique's lips. Then, he held the back of her head and kissed her passionately.

Francesca, who was sitting on his lap, cupped his face and enthusiastically responded to his kiss.

fiery kissing, someone knocked

had no choice but to let Francesca go. As he wiped the stain on her lips, he gently told her, “Dig in first.

Francesca nodded obediently

that she had yet to plead with him about William's matter. He had yet to tell her whether or not

myself in his charm. He always ends up taking control of the situation and making me forget about

not eaten for the entire day. Upon seeing the delectable dishes on the table, she could not help but gobble up as quickly as

meal, her phone rang again. It was from Monica. Hastily, she picked up

are you in the middle

“No, I'm just eating.”

for you to have

in the room while he's in the study,” Francesca said, knowing what

but I still can't reach him. Robin isn't picking up my calls either. I've

got him into this,” Francesca whispered in regret. She had lost

Mr. Lindberg. Can you please ask for his help?” Monica pleaded anxiously. “It'll be easy for Mr. Lindberg to rescue

to tell him about this,” Francesca promptly consoled. “Calm down. I'll make the arrangements, so just be at ease and make sure

feel free to come to me if