Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort novel Chapter 1797

Chapter 1797 It Must Be A Trap

“Come with me, Master Felch. Hurry!”

“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.

Francesca froze momentarily and wasn’t sure how to respond. “Who says I’m not wearing any clothes? Am I not in a bathrobe?”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Lindberg. I was so frantic that I dragged Master Felch over like this,” Kerrie explained.

“Go back to your room and put some clothes – argh!”

Before Danrique could finish, Francesca ripped off the bandages covering his wound. The sudden pain caused him to yelp and stiffen.

“You!”

The man gritted his teeth. I’m going to kill her!

“I’m trying to treat you, not throw myself at you. Don’t get the wrong idea,” Francesca remarked bluntly without even looking up.

She kept her gaze on the man’s injury and redressed it.

Fury burned in Danrique’s eyes as his face reddened with anger.