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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.

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

obediently before watching him

to plead with him about William's matter. He had yet to tell her whether

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 him. I should eat

seeing the delectable dishes on the

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

in the middle

“No, I'm just eating.”

for you to

study,” Francesca said, knowing what Monica wanted to ask. “What's

him. Robin isn't picking up my calls either. I've asked my colleagues to look into the matter, and I think the king's men might have

in regret. She

for his help?” Monica

an opportunity to tell him about this,” Francesca promptly consoled. “Calm down. I'll make the arrangements, so just be at

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