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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.

wasn’t sure how to respond. “Who says I’m not wearing

Mr. Lindberg. I was so frantic that I dragged

your room and put

finish, Francesca ripped off the bandages covering his wound. The sudden

“You!”

teeth. I’m going

you. Don’t get the wrong idea,” Francesca remarked

gaze on the

as

the ordeal. Mr. Lindberg’s always been level-headed, but he seems to be losing his

off every day, but he hasn’t done anything to get rid of her

“You do have a fever. Wipe your body with a hot towel, then go to

returned to

quickly

when the latter took the hot towel from her. “I’ll do it myself.

meekly did as

the room. “Why aren’t you tending

me,” Kerrie answered in a hushed

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