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q“There's no need for that. Give me the address, and I'll make my way over on my own,” Francesca replied hurriedly.

“All right. It looks like Danrique's left Gordon here, so there shouldn't be a problem for you to travel about,” the first lady remarked with a chuckle. “I'll have someone give Gordon the address, then. See you tomorrow at six!”

“Okay. See you!”

Francesca began to regret her decision as soon as she saw the first lady off. She truly didn't enjoy going to such places, nor was she interested in art exhibitions.

I don't even understand art! But from how she dropped by personally and the way she talked, how could I have said no? Well, I'll have to make connections sooner or later anyway. I may as well get this over with.

“Don't worry, Ms. Felch. I'll take you there personally. You'll be completely safe.”

Gordon thought she was concerned about her safety.

“I'm not worried about that. I just don't really feel like going.”

The woman glanced at her phone. There was not a single call or text message from Danrique.

Despite feeling unhappy, she decided not to phone him.

So what if he doesn't call? It's not like I care. Hmph!

reach for her phone underneath

was

dejected, the woman was so tired from her

when she woke up the next morning, but she forced herself out of bed anyway. Then, she washed up, had some breakfast, and

the pain

to treat

now spoke to her less and appeared to be deliberately maintaining a distance from her. He also no longer called

in the past, or that he's changed after going through

forward to learning more about medicine and understanding

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two seemed to be growing closer by the day. Monica was no longer afraid to remove his clothes, wipe his

was a good thing. William's always been alone, so it's nice to see

so busy caring for William that her own injuries were healing at a much slower

her a different kind

the time

shower before leading her to the make-up artist, who

the car to meet up with the

all day, she