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.

leave

mind was churning up a

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 a mastiff to hurt the female

scary thought had Francesca giving Danrique

Danrique demanded

to answer and asked instead.

had only caught that one word in her

him. “I’m not a saint or a femme fatale. Why would I take a bullet for a man?

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

forgotten what happened seven years

“I’m not trying to be courteous here. I’m telling you

coincidence that I took the bullet for you. Something hit my foot, causing me to lose my balance and accidentally fall into your arms, then

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

You taking the bullet for me was accidental, and you had

nodded his head as though he had no

“That’s right.”

was ecstatic. This stubborn man had finally

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