Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Chapter 1969

Chapter 1969

 Unsure if it was because she had Danrique's arms around her, Francesca felt exceptionally secure and thus slept very well that night.

Undisturbed by dreams, she rested all the way till she roused on her own at dawn.

Feeling completely invigorated, Francesca habitually stretched her back and let out a yawn.

Then, she flipped her body around like an indolent little feline.

That was when she discovered the absence of the person next to her.

When she opened her eyes, she realized that he was really gone, and as far as she could tell, the water in the bathroom was not running either.

"Danrique! Danrique Lindberg!" Francesca called.

"Are you here, you rogue?"

That yielded no reply.

Okay.

I suppose he must have gotten out of bed early.

She could sense that he had not managed to sleep well the night before.

Although he hardly moved, his body felt stiff and tensed against hers, as though he was unable to relax.

Conversely, she had slept quite soundly herself; it was as though his presence had a hypnotic effect on her.

In a jolly fine mood, Francesca hopped out of bed to freshen up.

At that moment, someone came knocking at her door.

Norah's voice emanated from the other side.

"May I come in, Ms.Cece?"

"Please enter!"

midst of brushing her teeth, Francesca's mouth was bubbling

tidy the room and also to bring Francesca

downstairs after you have finished your drink,

"Okay."

own attire in order, Francesca then went along

prim and proper inside the dining room, Danrique was helping himself to some

generous spread of offerings in the Chanaean style, all of them

"Good morning!"

a pep in her step, Francesca bounded into the dining room and sat down to eat, almost childlike

"Morning!"

and with

no rush.It's

is so

her mouth and spoke

to think of it; I think I haven't had anything to eat last

"Haha..."

not stifle

must have been

at him, Francesca

watched her eat, as though

has requested an

moment, a

her that I'm busy right

took a glance at his

back

"Understood."

went to relay his

back in the

words jutted against Francesca's throat like fish bones, and she found

appetite, she placed down her utensils, wiped clean the corner of her lips, and glared at

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