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q“A small matter.” Francesca waved her heavily bandaged hand.

“As long as you're safe. You gave me quite a fright!” tittered Monica as she patted her chest. “Maybe you should rest early. I won't disturb you anymore.”

Having said that, she rushed off to the other courtyard.

Francesca watched her retreating back, thinking of how carefully Monica treated her to get in her good books. She could not help but feel guilty.

Monica was actually a member of Interpol. There was no need for her to pay too much attention to William's affairs.

Out of camaraderie and concern for William, however, she was urging Francesca to take action sooner.

However, Danrique had made arrangements to have her sleep in a different courtyard, not allowing her to sleep in the same area. He even made her dress like a bodyguard.

This series of actions served as a warning to Monica, telling her not to intervene.

Francesca thought of what Harrier had said to her earlier. When she dwelled on William's current condition, she became even more distressed.

Even if Harrier had ill-intentions, there was truth to this matter.

Francesca could not live

you still mad?” Danrique had noticed how morose she looked and assumed

up to gaze at Danrique. “I wish to have a chat with

what she was about to say. With an arched brow,

Francesca nodded.

not be bothered to have this conversation

“Danrique...”

no response in return. All she could do was lie on the couch and wait for him

clad in nothing but his towel.

Worried he would catch a cold, she brought him a bathrobe to

opposite happened instead. “You're usually carefree and unbothered about people.

speechless. “Danrique Lindberg, did the water

arched a brow and looked

at me like that for?” Francesca was incensed. “I'm taking care of you out of concern, and you

had been so patient all this while, coaxing her, coddling her... Yet all she

This upset Danrique greatly.

he lay on