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

out in a

in before lowering her voice. “Look, Mr. Lindberg is

dawned on Francesca, but by the time she turned

a grown man like him

teaching Monica how to inspect and apply

bit her lip

learn to take care of all this,”

Monica nodded.

turned crimson by now. Francesca had told her to inspect every part of his body—including that area—but she dared not

assured William. “You're the one closest to me now. There's nothing to be

“Y-You're right.”

and began to inspect

that Danrique was in the middle of a shower, she thought nothing

long for the man to re-emerge, but he merely shot her a glance before sitting on

taking my shower