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?"

he gently massaged her belly in a way that felt oddly soothing for

"Not anymore"

especially charming when illuminated by the mellow light cast against

sparkled gloriously even in the

him caused her to

"Francesca Felch!"

sentiments, he continued to hail her softly under

a lovely name, but I still prefer

I used to

the subtleties from their past, she could still remember that they had indeed

came back to her quite often, sans some

so rude back then!"

me ‘hey you’ whenever you saw

I'd

why did you

what you said your name was when I asked!" replied Danrique,

"That doesn't..."

narrowed her eyes in

I don't

"Enough of that."

trivialities, Danrique leaned in to

"Mmph..."

Francesca resisted with both hands on his shoulders, petrified by the thought of what else he

kiss only grew in intensity while his scintillating presence and

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

body, however, was tough as steel and

on her a while later