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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.

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

nodded obediently before watching

after the door closed behind him did she recall that she had yet to plead with him about William's matter. He had

ends up taking control of the situation and making me forget about

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

middle of her meal, her phone rang again. It was from Monica. Hastily,

you in

“No, I'm just eating.”

see. Is it convenient for you to have

in the study,” Francesca said, knowing what Monica

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

in regret.

Felch, the only one who can save His Highness is Mr. Lindberg. Can you please ask for his help?” Monica pleaded

down. I'll make the arrangements,

feel free