Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Chapter 1868 Fate

Francesca reclined casually on the sofa as she sipped on a cup of warm milk.

She acted no different no matter where she was. She would stand and sit languidly. She would rather lie down instead of sitting and sit instead of standing, if she had a choice.

She had no care as to how people see her. She just did whatever was comfortable.

Danrique narrowed his eyes as he watched her. His eyes gleamed as if many thoughts were racing across his mind.

After a long silence, he finally spoke. “Did you take alcohol?”

“Yes, I did,” Francesca admitted.

“Eva pushed you to take them?” Danrique inquired.

“No, I took them willingly.”

Francesca didn’t want to shift the blame onto others. Even though Eva did intend to make her drunk, her attempt failed. Francesca was the one who made the other drunk.

to leave me?” Danrique

Her mind was churning up a way to

always resort to such

scary thought had Francesca

me,” Danrique demanded with a

to answer and asked instead. “Was it because I accidentally took a bullet for

had only caught that one word in

didn’t want to lie to him. “I’m not a saint or a femme fatale. Why would I take a

know me well?” Danrique’s expression darkened at her words. “Seven years

what happened

cut him off and said seriously, “I’m not trying to be courteous here. I’m telling you the

you. Something hit my foot, causing me to lose my balance and accidentally fall into your arms, then I

lie to him. Even though it’s cruel, I have to tell him

you just said is true. You taking the bullet for me was accidental, and you had forgotten about what happened seven

his head as though he had

“That’s right.”

was ecstatic. This stubborn man had finally

made a turn. “The world is so huge, and we