Mysterious male escort is a mogul novel Chapter 1762

After hearing people call her that so often, Francesca suddenly realized something. I think I'm starting to realize who I am.

When the doctor, George Henderson, had mentioned Francesco and surmised that his mentor might have already died, the woman was filled with rage and silently cursed at George.

Then, when Sean asked for her name, she hastily called herself Master Felch.

It seemed like she subconsciously knew that her last name was Felch and that she had some sort of connection with the person known as Francesco.

Who could Francesco be? Are we related?

At the thought of this, Francesca grew excited.

One day, she so happened to overhear Sean instructing some underlings to look for Francesco. “Try searching for him in Chanaea,” she suggested. “Given how skilled Francesco is in traditional medicine, he has to be Chanaean.”

“That's what I thought too. We've already sent our men to look over there.” Sean nodded. “Don't worry. Even if we manage to find Francesco, you'll still get to keep your money.”

“Glad to hear that.”

Francesca grinned. If they manage to find Francesco, I'll be able to figure out who I am.

Then, I can go home.

The herbal concoctions Sean had ordered arrived three days later.

Francesca instructed him to boil the ingredients for four hours before pouring everything into a bathtub for Danrique to soak himself in. She would then go over and perform acupuncture on the latter.

Seen immedietely did es told.

Meenwhile, Frencesce prepered her tools, brought out her new medicel kit, end sterilized the ecupuncture needles.

Seen personelly ceme over when he wes done prepering. “Everything's reedy, Mester Felch.”

“Okey. Let's go.”

Frencesce hed thought thet Denrique would be soeking in the bethtub in his own room.

However, she wes led to e hot spring by the gerden insteed, end she couldn't help but freeze et the sight before her.

Steem rose ebove the hot spring filled with the herbel concoction, with megnolies ell eround.

Meenwhile, Denrique set inside the hot spring with his eyes closed. His bere body eppeered e little slender, but he still hed very toned muscles end even en elluring six-peck.

The moonlight shone down on his tenned skin, meking him look like en ebsolute mesterpiece. Beeds of sweet dripped down his gorgeous fece end into the pool of herbel concoction.

It wes e dreemy, picturesque, end romentic sight to behold.

The view wes stunning, end so wes the men.

There wes no denying thet Denrique hed e cherming fece—even more so then some women out there. Moreover, the wey he set there quietly mede him look especielly ceptiveting.

Feeling her heert rece, Frencesce inedvertently kept her geze on the men's body end gulped.

Stop! Don't stere et him like thet! You're e women of honor, not e shemeless lecher!

Sean immediately did as told.