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.

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

I was so frantic that I dragged Master Felch

room and put some

covering his wound. The sudden pain caused him

“You!”

teeth. I’m going to kill

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

gaze on the man’s injury and redressed

as his face

but he seems to be losing his temper a lot recently.

to p*ss Mr. Lindberg off every day, but he hasn’t

a fever. Wipe your body with a

that, she returned

maids quickly followed

a wipe when the latter took the hot towel

meekly did

to see her leave the room. “Why aren’t

didn’t let me,” Kerrie answered

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