qDanrique had trouble falling asleep the entire night. Whenever he recalled the scene of Francesca leaving without looking back, a stabbing pain shot through his heart.

It was only last night when they were having an intimate moment on that very bed. He could still remember the way she curled up like a docile kitten and shivered in his embrace.

No matter how hard he tried, he could not shake away the memory of how cute she looked.

I don't understand. She seems to like me a lot and looks happy when we're together. But why does she behave like an entirely different person when William is mentioned? She keeps saying she's doing it because she feels responsible and wants to keep her promise. She's just a kid. Why would she be responsible for a man—a prince, to be more specific—and even his family? And that nonsense about friendship. I really can't wrap my head around it. As if any kind of purely platonic relationship can exist between a man and a woman. What utter nonsense!

He could not understand, nor did he want to understand what was going on.

All he believed was that Francesca did not love him enough, for she had left him for another man.

She knew going to Danontand was no different from challenging death, yet she still chose to leave. Her last words for Danrique, telling him to find another woman because she did not want to waste his time, were like an insult to him.

Fine. If she's going to be this stubborn, then I shall let her learn this lesson the hard way. She's a stubborn idiot who won't give up until she realizes it's hopeless. I'm going to make sure she learns her lesson this time.

Francesca had always traveled without any worries. She could even sleep soundly when she

she could not fall

staring out of the window, her mind

whenever she wanted, even if they got into a fight and broke up. Even

another stage, and

she did

be honest, she was hesitant the moment she stepped out of the room. She wished Danrique would stop

did not do

he did was warn and

character. Hence, hearing those ruthless

she stole the car and left with Monica. And when she stared at the reflection of the master bedroom windows through the rearview mirror,

with Monica urging her on, the former had no choice but to slam on the gas

turning back the moment they

path,

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