Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Chapter 2137 The Past

Francesca was stunned and kept her eyes on him. They had known each other for quite some time, but she had never seen that side of him before.

He never talked about his family, either. They slept together, and that must’ve changed things. Perhaps that was why he was finally willing to let her in his heart and why he no longer felt the need to hide anything from her.

“What’s wrong? Are you scared?” asked Danrique as he shifted his gaze to Francesca.

“No,” replied Francesca as she shook her head. “I think that, deep down, you are a kind man who will not kill for no reason. You definitely won’t hurt anyone who didn’t have it coming.”

That was what she truly believed in. Francesca recalled what had happened when they had just met. Everyone was lost in the forest in Lightspring at the time. Danrique had Sean and Sloan run first while he stayed back to buy them more time.

Someone as powerful as Danrique would always have subordinates who would die to protect him.

Yet, Danrique protected his men and demanded that they leave.

That wasn’t the only time something like that happened, either. There were several other encounters where Danrique had put others’ safety over his own.

He might seem cruel and unloving on the surface, but the truth was that he cared for the people around him deeply. That was why he could inspire loyalty among his men.

man as honorable as

here you are, claiming that I am kind,” said Danrique. “You really are

that at all,” insisted Francesca while pouting in annoyance. “I trust my instincts, and I

curved into a sexy

barefoot, Francesca crawled onto the desk like a

into his embrace right away and had her sit on his lap. He kept his arm around her waist

to kill those

I will trust you. You must have your reasons for wanting to

with poison and tried to kill me. All I did was return the

“You…”

up drinking the very poison they got me. When they realized what was going on, they sent assassins

dark past when he spoke in such a casual manner. It was almost as if he

broke when she

and never cried over the injustice done to him, but anyone could imagine how difficult the situation was for a sixteen-year-old boy. His family failed to poison

crime he committed was only done

retaliated, he and all those who

Francesca hugged him