Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

q“Okay. Use this on the wounds.”

After cleaning William's injuries, Francesca handed some medication over to Monica. “Apply this powder on every wound he has. I'll come back to bandage them soon.”

“Okay.” The latter quickly took the bottle and got started.

Francesca removed her gloves so she could wash her hands. Then, she froze upon noticing Danrique standing at the door. “When did you get here?”

“I just did,” the man replied frostily. “Are you done? Do you need my help?”

“No,” she answered, failing to notice his odd behavior. “I'm going to wash my hands and bandage William's injuries. You can go ahead with your own work. I'll see you later.”

The woman then headed to the private room to wash her hands, not realizing that she was still only clad in Danrique's shirt.

Although she had buttoned herself up this time and the shirt was long enough, Danrique couldn't help but frown at the sight of her thighs showing.

“Leave the bandaging to me,” Monica hurriedly offered, noticing the displeasure in the man's eyes. “Go get some rest, Ms. Felch. I can handle this.”

“Certainly not,” Francesca insisted as she walked out of the bathroom and put her gloves back on. “You're not even a nurse. How would you know how to bandage a wound?”

“I can do it—”

before Monica could finish, Francesca gave William's pants another tug and began to inspect the wounds on his

William called out in a panic.

in before lowering her voice. “Look, Mr.

time she turned around, Danrique had already

is a grown man like him being so

how to inspect

long sigh. She then bit her lip and plucked up the

of all this,”

I'll do my best.” Monica nodded.

had turned crimson by now. Francesca had told her to inspect every

the one closest to me now. There's nothing to be ashamed of. It's

“Y-You're right.”

and began to inspect him,

middle of a shower, she thought

to re-emerge, but he merely shot her a glance before sitting on the bedside to dry

be taking my