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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 any clothes? Am

so frantic that I

your room and

his wound. The

“You!”

teeth. I’m going to kill

you, not throw myself at you. Don’t

gaze on the

burned in Danrique’s eyes as his

always been level-headed, but he seems to be losing his temper a lot recently. I’ll have to admit

to p*ss Mr. Lindberg off every day, but he hasn’t done anything to get rid of

do have a fever. Wipe

returned to

quickly

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

meekly did as

leave the room. “Why

Kerrie

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