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.

to respond. “Who says I’m not wearing

Lindberg. I was so frantic that I dragged Master Felch over like

to your room and put some clothes

his wound. The sudden

“You!”

man gritted his teeth.

Don’t get the wrong idea,” Francesca remarked bluntly without even

her gaze on the man’s injury

as his face reddened with

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

off every day, but

Danrique’s forehead. “You do have a fever. Wipe your body with a hot towel, then go to sleep. I’ll

returned

maids quickly

Danrique’s body a wipe when the latter took the hot towel from her. “I’ll

Sir.” Kerrie meekly did as

leave the room. “Why aren’t you

let me,” Kerrie answered in a hushed

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