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 I’m not wearing any clothes?

that I

room and put some clothes –

bandages covering his wound.

“You!”

gritted his teeth. I’m going to kill

myself at you. Don’t get the wrong idea,” Francesca remarked bluntly without even

on the man’s injury and redressed

in Danrique’s eyes as his face reddened with

seems to be losing his temper a lot recently. I’ll have to

Lindberg off every day, but he hasn’t done

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

that, she returned to

quickly followed

body a wipe when the latter took the hot towel

meekly did as

leave the room. “Why aren’t you tending

me,” Kerrie answered in a hushed

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