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.

want to leave

didn’t respond to his question. Her mind was churning up a way to

my leg, lock me in the basement and torture me? Well, at least that’s how romance novels always go. Those alpha CEOs always resort to such measures. I recalled there was a novel I read before in which the male lead had locked the female lead in an animal cage as punishment, causing

Francesca giving Danrique a strange

me,” Danrique demanded

intend to marry me?” Francesca refused to answer and

Danrique had only caught that one word

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

Danrique’s expression darkened

already forgotten what happened

not trying to be courteous here. I’m telling you the truth. I was still young then, so I didn’t know

odd coincidence that I took the bullet for you. Something hit my foot, causing me to lose

to him. Even though it’s cruel, I have to tell him the truth. It’s

said is true. You taking the bullet for me was accidental, and you had forgotten

nodded his head as though he had no

“That’s right.”

stubborn man had finally thought things

we still meet each other