Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

qDanrique remained asleep until they arrived in Xendale, and he woke up only when the plane was about to land.

Seeing the woman next to him curled up into a ball, he covered her with a blanket before getting up to dress.

“We're preparing to land, Mr. Lindberg,” Sean announced from outside the door.

“Okay.” After putting on his clothes, Danrique wrapped Francesca with a coat, carried her to her seat, and fastened her seatbelt.

She remained in a slumber the whole time.

He then kissed her cheek before walking out of the room. “Take me to the office once we land and get Gordon to send the rest of them home.”

“Yes, Mr. Lindberg.”

Awakened by the turbulence, Francesca opened her eyes to see that the aircraft was already landing, and she was now seated on her chair with her seatbelt buckled.

There was also a large, warm coat with Danrique's scent draped over her.

A warm, fuzzy sensation swirled within her heart at the thought of the man carrying her in his arms and tending to her.

the plane had landed, Francesca put on her clothes and shoes before heading out. There, she saw Danrique on the phone, Sean handling some errands, and two

by the office,” Gordon remarked while walking over. “It's cold outside, so please wear a

down jacket and

hung up the phone,

suddenly lifted her into his arms. “What are you doing?” she exclaimed in surprise while looping her arms around

“The stairs are slippery.”

outside, and under the snow-filled sky were dozens of subordinates lined up in two rows gazing straight

along with several other high-level executives of Lindberg

buried herself in Danrique's embrace

down the stairs with her in his arms, not forgetting

the people watching them, Hazel appeared incredibly

wished it were her

bottom of the stairs, but Danrique seemed completely unbothered by everyone's gazes and kissed her on the forehead.

woman nodded

the car,

his eyes on the car all the while until Hazel approached him with some documents