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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.

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

but to let Francesca go. As he wiped the stain on her lips, he

Francesca nodded obediently

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

myself in his charm. He always ends up taking control of the situation and making me forget about important matters. Well, he's busy right now, so I can't disturb

day. Upon seeing the delectable dishes on the table, she could not help but gobble up

It was from Monica. Hastily,

in the

“No, I'm just eating.”

it convenient for you to

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

him. Robin isn't picking up my calls either. I've asked

one who got him into this,” Francesca whispered in regret. She had lost her appetite thinking about what happened

who can save His Highness is Mr. Lindberg. Can you please ask for his help?” Monica pleaded anxiously. “It'll be easy for Mr.

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 you need