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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.

middle of their fiery kissing, someone knocked on the door again. “Sir, Mr. Donald is

wiped the stain on her lips, he gently told

Francesca nodded obediently before watching him

recall that she had yet to plead with him about William's matter. He had

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

she had not eaten for the entire day. Upon seeing the delectable dishes on the table, she could not help but

was from Monica. Hastily, she picked up the call

Felch, are you in the

“No, I'm just eating.”

see. Is it convenient for you

room while he's in the study,” Francesca said, knowing what Monica wanted to ask. “What's the matter? Is it about

up my calls either. I've asked my colleagues to look into the matter, and

Francesca whispered in regret. She

you please ask for his help?” Monica pleaded anxiously. “It'll be easy for Mr. Lindberg to rescue His Highness, and it won't come at a

“Calm down. I'll make the arrangements, so just be at ease and make sure

muttered. “I'll wait for your good news. Please feel free to come to