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

was so frantic that

your room and

ripped off the bandages covering his wound. The

“You!”

teeth. I’m going to kill

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

on the man’s injury

Danrique’s eyes as his face reddened with

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

day, but he hasn’t

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

that, she returned to her

maids quickly followed

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

meekly did as

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

me,” Kerrie answered in a

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