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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.

knocked on the door again. “Sir, Mr.

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

obediently before watching

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

up taking control of the situation and making me forget about important matters. Well, he's busy right now, so I

seeing the delectable dishes on the table, she

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

are you in

“No, I'm just eating.”

for you to

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

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

regret. She had lost her appetite thinking

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

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

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