qDanrique turned around to look at Francesca and frowned involuntarily.

She was clad in a white, short gown and looked as adorable as a fairy, but her makeup was overly simple.

On the other hand, Monica wore a grand, champagne-colored long gown and looked regal and elegant.

As Monica's leg was injured, Francesca helped her down the stairs.

It looks like Monica is the mistress and Francesca is her subordinate instead.

“When did you return?” Francesca helped Monica steady herself before turning to face Danrique in a happy mood.

“Several minutes ago.”

Danrique caressed her hair as he spoke, which hung carelessly as hair spray was not yet applied. It looked natural though it lacked refinement.

“Monica wants to come as well. I'd promise to bring her along.”

Francesca told Danrique bluntly instead of seeking his approval.

Danrique glanced at Monica before shooting a

the arrangements. “Take Ms. Monica up to

as he marched toward Monica. “This

it was unnecessary. “It's to cover her injured leg.

said nothing. Instead, he hugged her

car, which drove off swiftly. “Wait a minute,” Francesca said in

the car behind,” Sean explained. “Are you hungry, Ms. Felch? You

attention was

“Some snacks.”

exquisite box and opening it to reveal an array of

these?” Francesca picked up a piece to sample and turned

like it.” Danrique was

Chanaean bakery in the city and had specifically gone and bought some since he knew you are fond

“You talk too much.”

him

tonight?” Francesca sensed that there was

there.” Danrique wiped the crumbs off the corners of her lips. “Eat slowly. You won't have to share them with

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