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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.

kissing, someone knocked on the door again. “Sir, Mr. Donald

Francesca go. As he wiped the stain on her lips, he gently told

obediently

closed behind him did she recall that she had yet to plead with him about

ends up taking control of the situation and making me forget about important matters. Well, he's busy right now, so I can't

Upon seeing the delectable dishes on the table, she could not help but gobble up as quickly as

the middle of her meal, her phone rang again. It was from Monica. Hastily, she picked up the call and put it on speakers.

Felch, are you in the

“No, I'm just eating.”

it convenient for

said, knowing what Monica wanted to ask. “What's the matter? Is it

but I still can't reach him. Robin isn't picking up my calls either. I've asked my colleagues to look into the matter, and I think the king's men might have

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

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

consoled. “Calm down. I'll make the arrangements,

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