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q“Then why didn't you say no?”

It was beginning to dawn upon Francesca that she had made a mistake. If I knew we were attending the president's banquet, I would have asked Danrique before giving Monica an answer.

Though ignorant of most social norms, she understood what it meant not to put Danrique in trouble.

Danrique pinched her cheek. “Since you've already promised her, you would no longer have authority at home if I overruled your decision. Even if you made the wrong call, I must respect it since you've made up your mind. I'll help you clean up the mess if things do not go as planned.”

“Oh, Danrique...”

Those words touched Francesca. She had never once thought that Danrique could be so sensitive, responsible, and thoughtful.

“There's no need to place your safety in somebody else's hands.” Danrique caressed her head. “Aside from protecting yourself, I should be the only person you could trust wholly.”

“Hmm.” Francesca nodded solemnly, feeling very moved.

Danrique did not say anything else. He reached out to pull her into his embrace and kiss her tenderly on the forehead.

“Is my outfit today too simple? They said I looked too plain without accessories. Will it embarrass you?”

always stuck in her ways and had never considered his

of that, he was always

mind. “Not at all. Just dress comfortably.” “My woman

then?” Francesca was still not assured. “Will I become an eyesore

those who think that you're an eyesore,” Danrique growled. “Besides, my reputation is the one at stake. What's it to them even if I have

kiss, who held

couple

that moment, they felt that they would be together

the entrance of the presidential palace. A bodyguard marched over to open the door for

before freezing in surprise at the sight

“Good evening!” Francesca smiled.

They were all from the three great families. Donald was also

“Er...”

in shock

initiative to greet her as if they were old friends. “It's been a

time no see,” Francesca responded with