Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Chapter 1793 Cece

Being the alert man he was, Sean felt something off about this woman.

Casting his thoughts aside, he returned to Danrique, only to find the latter sweating profusely. “Dr. Felch! Come take a look. What’s wrong with Mr. Lindberg? Why is he sweating so much?”

Francesca glanced over. “It means his fever’s starting to subside,” she said nonchalantly. “Give him a wipe and change the sheets.”

“Thank goodness.” Overjoyed, Sean hurriedly summoned someone over.

“Why do you have to get someone else to do this? Can’t you do it yourself?” Francesca asked, curious.

“I have to get the nurse to wipe Mr. Lindberg down and change his clothes. Mr. Lindberg doesn’t like other men touching him,” Sean explained.

“Oh?” Francesca nodded. “So he’s not gay.”

“Ugh…” Sean stilled briefly. Did she think he was gay?

“Well, now that his temperature’s lowering, there’s not much else I need to do.”

Francesca yawned and rubbed her eyes.

just as the woman began to leave, Danrique suddenly let out a murmur.

her tracks and felt her chest

familiar and

swirled within her as she turned around

“Hello, Master Felch.”

two nurses and maids walked in and greeted Francesca before tending to Danrique and changing

sweating a lot,” Sean instructed on the side. “Be careful

get busy and left

woman glanced at Danrique once more

over why that nickname gave her such a strange

on earth

to her room, and she went to sleep after having some breakfast

she drifted off and began to

dream, there was a young lady in a white dress running barefoot on

had a radiant smile, and the sounds of her laughter resonated across the field as

far off was a tall figure who seemed to be watching the woman

on him, making him look

sped toward him, hoping to catch

mask his appearance,

hard she ran, it felt as though she wasn’t moving at all, and he remained as far