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qDanrique carried Francesca all the way back into their room, where more passion followed.

There was a saying that men who were new to carnal pleasures were akin to wild beasts.

Danrique was no exception.

In fact, he couldn't seem to get enough of it. He would keep asking Francesca for more until he was completely exhausted.

Despite the long hours Francesca had slept on the plane, she was now out cold once again thanks to the lovemaking which lasted through the night.

She lay in his embrace like a docile animal.

Leaning on one side, Danrique held onto her with one hand and caressed her hair with the other as he gazed at her tenderly.

She was always so upfront with her emotions. Never did she hide her happiness or anger.

She's probably going to be upset if she finds out that I'm going to M Nation with Hazel first thing in the morning, huh?

He smiled at the thought of this woman glaring at him in fury.

He loved everything about her, including the way she looked when picking fights with him.

forehead and held her

could be seen seeping in

at the clock on the wall. It was already half past five in

the door lightly. He then turned around to glance at the woman one more

he could only shut the door and leave in a

ready,

room before we leave. Wait for me downstairs, and be

“Yes, Mr. Lindberg.”

into his clothes. He couldn't help but give his room a quick glance

quiet in there, so she's

only leave while she was sleeping so as

hopped

“Are you sure you don't need me to accompany you, Mr. Lindberg? It's

you,” Danrique instructed. “Take care of her, and don't let her leave no matter how much of a fight she

“Understood.” Gordon nodded solemnly.

outside for some fresh air, make sure there's always someone following her closely. Nothing had better happen

Mr. Lindberg. Don't worry,” assured Gordon. “Everything

a glance at the master bedroom. The room remained lit, and gentleness filled his eyes as he recalled

tired that she simply turned to the other side, hugged a