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qFrancesca had processed everything Danrique said earlier, except for that last bit. She refused to hear a word of it. On top of that, she was disgusted.

From the moment Francesca and Hazel met, the latter had behaved like a leech, latching onto them and following them like a shadow that refused to depart.

Moreover, Francesca had personally heard what Diana had to say about Hazel. How could Danrique still defend Hazel in good faith, saying that she was not that bad?

This made Francesca feel ill.

She also thought that Danrique was protecting Hazel.

“How is your injury? Let me take a look.”

Danrique reached over to look at Francesca's injury, but Francesca immediately retracted her hand like a scalded cat. With a huff, she turned around to ignore him.

Stunned, he asked, “What is it? Are you angry at me now?”

Is this not obvious enough?

Displeasure is written all over my face now. Why does he still need to ask?

This, of course, made Francesca angrier.

fine before. Why are you suddenly angry at me now? What did I do wrong?” Danrique was

She appeared to be seething, like a ticking time

speechless and kicked the passenger

who had been afraid to speak this whole time, had to step in for his employer. “Err,

did he mean?” demanded Francesca

What was

understand what it was he said to have upset

likely not involved in certain matters. Besides, it's not likely that she'd dare to cause a scene in front of Mr. Lindberg or

understood it from the start, but it was a shame

such, realization finally dawned upon Danrique

at Sean

was truly

to listen and interpret it for him? Is he completely incapable of understanding me and communicating with me properly? Does he need an underling for this,

Sean call and explain when we were previously giving each other

“You're still mad?”

was puzzled and kicked Sean's

explain, “Mr. Lindberg has never been in love. This is his first experience of being

Yes.” Danrique