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

"Not anymore"

regard him.His well-defined features appeared especially charming

sparkled gloriously even

to kiss him caused her to purse

"Francesca Felch!"

sentiments, he continued to hail her softly

but I still prefer to

used to

subtleties from their past, she could

came back to her quite often, sans some of the details which had eluded

were so rude back then!" scoffed Danrique, rolling his

‘hey you’

like something I'd say" said

that case, why did

was when I asked!" replied

"That doesn't..."

narrowed her eyes in

sound familiar, but I don't think that's

"Enough of that."

by such trivialities, Danrique leaned in to

"Mmph..."

Francesca resisted with both hands on his shoulders, petrified

scintillating presence and fiery passion threatened to dissolve

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

was tough as steel and impervious to

while