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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.

anything happened to William, Francesca could

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

at Danrique. “I wish to have a chat with

her expression was, Danrique knew what she was about

Francesca nodded.

to have this conversation and turned around to

“Danrique...”

All she could do was lie

from the bathroom clad in nothing but his towel. His hair was still

he would catch a cold, she brought him a bathrobe

should have incited similar feelings. However, the opposite happened instead. “You're usually carefree and unbothered about people. Are you now taking care of me for William's sake?” asked Danrique

speechless. “Danrique Lindberg, did the water go

and looked

concern, and you have to ruin it by speaking like this? Fine. I won't give a d*mn about you

patient all this while, coaxing her, coddling her...

This upset Danrique greatly.

his hair, he lay on the bed to