Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Chapter 1876 Coax Him

Danrique dashed forward a moment too late, only managing to grasp at the thin air her arm used to be moments before. By the time he realized what had happened, Francesca was already soaring out of the window with her arms outstretched.

Danrique was about to follow suit when he found to her relief that she had landed safely and was busy rummaging for missing jewelry in the snow.

Although her bedroom was only situated on the second floor, it was still forty feet above the ground. Inexplicably, it did not even seem like a superhuman feat to her.

Under the increasingly heavy snowfall, Francesca brushed the snowflakes off of her shoulders impatiently. Despite being clad in only a thin gauze skirt, the cold did not seem important enough to pause her search.

Even more suspiciously, the sprightly movements with which she plodded atop the snow barefooted were most unlike that of a frail woman in convalescence.

Danrique squinted his eyes and looked at her, his eyes flickering with a spark of recognition. What a familiar looking back.

“Oh, Ms. Cece!” Norah appeared anxiously with a coat at the ready. “Aren’t you a little underdressed? What are you looking for out here by yourself? Come in, you’re going to catch a cold.”

“I’m looking for the jewels your idiotic master has thrown out of the window,” Francesca blurted aloud in her anxiety. “I couldn’t find them anywhere.”

Her voice rang clearly up the castle walls and reached Danrique’s ears who frowned at the unflattering title.

someone look for it for you. We

today. We must warm you up and ensure that you’ll be fit

her mind occupied with

Francesca’s eye. She pounced and extracted a beautiful topaz necklace from a mound of snow. Slipping it carefully

no choice but to summon several bodyguards

most of the lost

number of items that had been flung out of the window by Danrique remained unknown to her as they had

as if they were fragile, she dashed back upstairs for

bodyguards to resume their search in the snow, Norah escorted Francesca

came over with more coats

to head up the stairs when Danrique descended gracefully. “Why did you throw them out, you

throw it

could not be indifferent, as if it was not something worth

she clutched the jewelry against her chest, for fear of being

Danrique nodded. “Sure.”

disappearing upstairs to count her loot and found everything