Mysterious male escort is a mogul novel Chapter 1793

qBeing the alert man he was, Sean felt something off about this woman.

Yet, he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.

Casting his thoughts aside, he returned to Danrique, only to find the latter sweating profusely. “Dr. Felch! Come take a look. What's wrong with Mr. Lindberg? Why is he sweating so much?”

Francesca glanced over. “It means his fever's starting to subside,” she said nonchalantly. “Give him a wipe and change the sheets.”

“Thank goodness.” Overjoyed, Sean hurriedly summoned someone over.

“Why do you have to get someone else to do this? Can't you do it yourself?” Francesca asked, curious.

“I have to get the nurse to wipe Mr. Lindberg down and change his clothes. Mr. Lindberg doesn't like other men touching him,” Sean explained.

“Oh?” Francesca nodded. “So he's not gay.”

“Ugh...” Sean stilled briefly. Did she think he was gay?

“Well, now that his temperature's lowering, there's not much else I need to do.”

Francesca yawned and rubbed her eyes.

But just as the woman began to leave, Danrique suddenly let out a murmur. “Cece...”

Francesca stopped in her tracks and felt her chest tighten.

That sounds so familiar and intimate. It's as if...

A mix of emotions swirled within her as she turned around to face Danrique.

“Hello, Master Felch.”

At that very moment, two nurses and maids walked in and greeted Francesca before tending to Danrique and changing his sheets.

“Use a hot towel. Mr. Lindberg's sweating a lot,” Sean instructed on the side. “Be careful not to touch his wound. Give him a bathrobe instead of clothes.”

Everyone began to get busy and left Francesca alone.

The woman glanced at Danrique once more before leaving.

Yet, she couldn't stop pondering over why that nickname gave her such a strange feeling.

Who on earth is Cece?

Francesca's head hurt as she returned to her room, and she went to sleep after having some breakfast sent over by a maid.

It wasn't long until she drifted off and began to dream.

Inside the dream, there was a young lady in a white dress running barefoot on a field.

She had a radiant smile, and the sounds of her laughter resonated across the field as birds and butterflies fluttered around her.

Standing not far off was a tall figure who seemed to be watching the woman with his lips curved upward.

The sun rays bathed down on him, making him look divine.

She sped toward him, hoping to catch a glimpse of his face.