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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 on the door again. “Sir, Mr. Donald

he wiped the stain on her lips, he gently told her, “Dig in first. I'll

obediently before watching him

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

situation and making me forget about important matters. Well, he's

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

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

Felch, are you in the

“No, I'm just eating.”

for you

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

calls either. I've asked my colleagues to look into the matter, and I think the king's men might have taken

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

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

this,” Francesca promptly consoled. “Calm down. I'll make the arrangements, so just be at

feel free