Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Chapter 1797

Chapter 1797 It Must Be A Trap

“Come with me, Master Felch. Hurry!”

Kerrie anxiously dragged Francesca along.

“What? Hey! Wait…”

Francesca was immediately brought to the room next door.

At this very moment, Danrique was seated on the sofa with his back facing her, loosening the buttons on his shirt one by one.

 

Sean placed a bag of ice against his boss’ forehead, and he called out to Francesca upon seeing her. “Dr. Felch! Come over. Mr. Lindberg’s having another fever.”

Francesca walked over, knelt in front of Danrique, and began to examine his wound.

 

Danrique stopped unbuttoning his shirt and stared at her with creased brows.

The woman was dressed in nothing but a bathrobe, and her hair was still wet. Water droplets could be seen trailing down her neck.

The sight of it all seemed rather suggestive.

Danrique quickly averted his gaze. “Why aren’t you wearing any clothes?” he demanded.

sure how to respond. “Who says

so frantic that

back to your room and put

Danrique could finish, Francesca ripped off the bandages covering his wound. The sudden pain caused him to yelp and

“You!”

man gritted his teeth. I’m going to kill

to treat you, not throw myself at you. Don’t get the wrong idea,” Francesca remarked bluntly

kept her gaze on the man’s injury and redressed

eyes as his face

as he watched the ordeal. Mr. Lindberg’s always been level-headed, but he seems to be losing his temper a lot recently.

every day, but he hasn’t done anything to

and Francesca stood up to touch Danrique’s forehead. “You do have a fever. Wipe your body with a hot towel,

returned to her

maids quickly

a wipe when the latter took

Kerrie meekly did as

leave the room.

didn’t let me,” Kerrie answered in a

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