Mysterious male escort is a mogul novel Chapter 1813

qInside the Lincoln limousine behind the Rolls-Royce, Francesca sneezed twice. She rubbed her nose a little and frowned. “Is someone cursing me?”

“Are you okay?” asked William in a concerned tone.

“Oh, I'm fine,” replied Francesca. “By the way, why did you ask me over?”

“I want to spend some time with you,” answered William. His gaze was warm when he added, “Francesca, I will go to Zarain with you once Danrique is cured.”

“Oh, it won't help, even if you follow me along,” replied Francesca without thinking much about anything. “It'll take a comprehensive medical plan to treat your leg, and there is nothing I can do to cure it soon.”

“I know,” said William while nodding. “Thing is, I'm not following you to Zarain for my own sake. I am doing it because I worry about the injury in your head. What if something were to happen during your travel? Or if...”

“Oh, there's no need for that,” interrupted Francesca right away. “I enjoy being alone and will find it irritating if anyone were to tag along.”

She had always been straightforward and had never worried about being polite.

“Still, I worry. Remember what happened the last time when you took a cruise home? You got into some trouble on the way,” reminded William. His eyes shone with worry when he looked at her. “I am the one who hired you, so I am responsible for your safety. Besides...”

“You are so naggy,” complained Francesca. She was losing her patience by then.

William had no choice but to change the topic in response. “Okay, fine. Let's not talk about this. You didn't get to eat much during lunch, so I had my people prepare some of your favorite dishes. Try it.”

As he spoke, he had his subordinate hand them the tray of lunch.

Francesca's eyes glowed with glee as soon as she saw the food. She took her mask off and started eating right away.

I don't need to hide myself... at least not in front of Prince William, anyway.

William stared lovingly at her the entire time. As she ate, he would do miscellaneous things for her, such as pouring her a glass of water or handing her a piece of tissue.

Francesca didn't hold back and was as barbaric as a person could get. She didn't care about her reputation at all.

After her meal, Francesca rubbed her bloated tummy in satisfaction and leaned lazily against her seat. “I'm gonna take a nap now. Don't wake me up, okay?”

“Sleep well.”

William waved his hand and had a maid hurry over to help Francesca lower the backrest of her seat. The maid even draped a blanket over Francesca after that.

“I just realized something. You are a lot nicer than that idiot.”