Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Chapter 2327 Thank You

Hugging Francesca in his arms, Danrique tenderly kissed her on the forehead. How I wish I could hold her forever and be together for eternity!

Francesca seemingly sensed his warmth as well. She burrowed into his embrace, rubbing her face against his neck. As her skin brushed against him, it left a tingling feeling in its wake.

That inadvertent teasing was sufficient to ignite the fire within him. The urge to take her gripped him, but he forcibly suppressed it. He was all too clear that she was exhausted to the core then, so he couldn’t touch her.

Despite the fervent desire within him to join with her and reestablish their intimacy, he had to endure it. That night, Francesca slumbered soundly. She slept from a little over eight o’clock to only wake up the next day at o’clock in the afternoon. Opening her eyes groggily, she muttered, “I’m hungry.”

“You’re hungry? I’ll have someone prepare some food at once.” Danrique instantly notified Norah to prepare some food and deliver it upstairs. Then, he went to the bathroom and drew a bath.

Francesca was dazed for a while before she got out of bed and washed up. Having done that, she returned to the mini living room in the bedroom to eat.

The entire process was ingrained and natural. It was as though she had never left and had always been the mistress of that bedroom. Everything appeared to be a matter of course.

Danrique sat on the sofa at the side with a cup of black coffee in hand, gazing at her tenderly. Francesca was entirely focused on eating, making it seem like she was doing something of utmost importance.

and eats well, just like a docile child. “Have you had your fill staring at me?” Francesca questioned out of the

stunned for a second before the corners

at him, Francesca uttered coldly, “Well? How much are

half of my assets

But in the next heartbeat, she changed her

isn’t like you. When did

at the price of innocent lives, so forget

deaths of Layla and Lincoln, guilt and self-condemnation surged within her

mistake once. There can’t

“I’m sorry.”

guilt-stricken about that incident. Alas, he had never been good at words, so he had no idea what else to say

Francesca stared right at him. “I don’t want to say that it’s okay. I’m saving Charlotte mainly because I owe her father a debt of gratitude. Besides,

to the rest of her

family since young, so I hope my kids will have many people protecting and loving them in this world. Even if I’m