Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Chapter 1797

Chapter 1797 It Must Be A Trap

“Come with me, Master Felch. Hurry!”

Kerrie anxiously dragged Francesca along.

“What? Hey! Wait…”

Francesca was immediately brought to the room next door.

At this very moment, Danrique was seated on the sofa with his back facing her, loosening the buttons on his shirt one by one.

 

Sean placed a bag of ice against his boss’ forehead, and he called out to Francesca upon seeing her. “Dr. Felch! Come over. Mr. Lindberg’s having another fever.”

Francesca walked over, knelt in front of Danrique, and began to examine his wound.

 

Danrique stopped unbuttoning his shirt and stared at her with creased brows.

The woman was dressed in nothing but a bathrobe, and her hair was still wet. Water droplets could be seen trailing down her neck.

The sight of it all seemed rather suggestive.

Danrique quickly averted his gaze. “Why aren’t you wearing any clothes?” he demanded.

says

frantic that I dragged Master Felch over

and

his wound. The sudden pain caused

“You!”

man gritted his teeth. I’m going to kill

throw myself at you. Don’t get the wrong idea,” Francesca remarked

her gaze on the man’s

as his face reddened with

sighed internally as he watched the ordeal. Mr. Lindberg’s always been level-headed, but he seems to be losing his temper

day, but he hasn’t done anything to get rid of

redressed, and Francesca stood up to touch Danrique’s forehead. “You do have a fever. Wipe your body with

she returned to her

quickly

a wipe when the latter took the hot towel from her. “I’ll do

Kerrie meekly did

the room.

Kerrie answered in a hushed

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