Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Chapter 2288 The Touching Reunion

Even though it was cold on the mountain, Francesca could still survive because a brown bear had been sleeping beside her to keep her warm while the other animals searched for food for her.

Her body had recovered a lot after she had a few days to rest. Francesca used to vomit every day in the prison, so when that did not happen in the past few days, she could not help but wonder if it was because of the fresh air on the mountain.

As soon as the rain outside stopped and the snow melted, Francesca was ready to leave the mountain. However, just when she was about to exit the cave, she noticed a ray of light in the distance.

Francesca froze like a statue. No regular people would dare climb this mountain since it’s undeveloped and always snowing, so the chances of them coming here at night is even more unlikely. Does that mean they’re here for me?

Since Francesca was unsure who the other party was, she decided to leave alone to prevent putting the beasts in harm’s way again. After all, many of her animal friends had died trying to help her when she summoned them from the underground prison.

Suddenly, Francesca was stunned when she heard a familiar wolf howl coming from the foot of the mountain. That sound…

The first person to come into Francesca’s mind was Layla, but then she remembered the woman was already dead. That means it’s… ”Mr. Lincoln!”

slippery the path was, her thin clothes,

brown bear came out of the cave and lowered itself in

you.” Francesca directed the beast to Lincoln after getting on its back,

Anthony with tears welling up in his eyes as he wrapped his arms around

turned red. “How did

asked Lincoln, who also could not

stomach when she realized that Lincoln thought Layla had been hiding on the

figured something was

is she?” asked Anthony

silence as tears began to

he saw that, and he collapsed to

hurrying

sorry…” Francesca cried so hard that she started to shiver. “It was my fault. I got Ms.

with guilt, Francesca could not even bear to look Lincoln in the eye. If I could turn back time, I’d