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.

says I’m not wearing

so frantic that I dragged

and

Danrique could finish, Francesca ripped off the bandages covering his wound. The

“You!”

gritted his teeth. I’m going

you. Don’t get the wrong

the man’s injury and redressed

Danrique’s eyes as his

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

Lindberg off every day, but he hasn’t done anything to get

and Francesca stood up to touch Danrique’s forehead. “You do have a

that, she returned to her

maids quickly followed

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

meekly did as

her leave the room. “Why aren’t

let me,” Kerrie answered in a hushed

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