Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Chapter 1968 

Francesca took another shower before she slipped herself into a set of clean and comfortable sleepwear.

After she drank the warm soup Norah had prepared for her, she went on to nestle herself snuggly into the bed, ready to turn in for the night.

That was when the door crept open.

Good grief.

Here he comes again!

 "Don't you already know that I'm on the rag?"

Sitting up swiftly, Francesca aimed a pillow at him.

The projectile was snatched out of the air.

Placing it underneath his own head, Danrique then laid himself down next to her in the same fluid sequence.

Following that, he reached out to reel her petite frame into his arms so that he may cradle her like a kitten.

"Leave me alone!"

Francesca struggled in exasperation as she feared he would be unable to keep his own primal urges in check.

"I just want to cuddle, that's all" whispered Danrique into her ears as he playfully pinched her behind with his huge mitt.

"But no guarantees if you are going to keep up with your squirming like this."

Upon hearing that, Francesca settled herself down and docilely submitted herself to his embracing.

"Does your abdomen hurt?"

her clothes, he gently massaged

"Not anymore"

to regard him.His well-defined features appeared especially charming when illuminated by the mellow light cast against the

amber eyes of his sparkled gloriously even in the

him caused her to

"Francesca Felch!"

to hail her softly under his

name, but I

did I used

past, she could still remember that they had indeed shared

quite often, sans

rude back then!" scoffed Danrique, rolling his

‘hey you’ whenever

like something I'd say" said Francesca with

that case, why did you

name was when

"That doesn't..."

narrowed her

I

"Enough of that."

by such trivialities, Danrique leaned in

"Mmph..."

with both hands on his

grew in intensity while his scintillating

her anxiety, tension mounted throughout Francesca's body, prompting her to pound

steel and

his hold on her a while later with a final peck on the