qFrancesca was stunned. She looked out of the window with a dumbfounded expression. W-What's going on?
“The man who shot you had just been executed, Ms. Cece,” Sean informed politely. “Do you want to take a look?”
“Uh, there's no need for that.” She shook her head.
“No need to worry.” He smiled and explained, “This is Erihal. Nobles in Erihal have the right to possess weapons and kill people.”
She stared at him as she was certain that there was a hidden meaning behind the lines.
It seemed like he was reminding her that if she pissed off Danrique, she might not be able to leave the building alive...
“No need to be scared.” Danrique looked at her gently. “I won't let anyone hurt you!”
“Uh, about that...” She wanted to tell him that she didn't block to bullet for him on purpose.
It was just her being unlucky enough to fall into his embrace moments before the hostile gunmen fired at him.
She decided not to tell him that because being alive was far more important than setting the record straight.
Since he was taking care of her at that moment, she was going to recover first before finding an opportunity to escape.
“Just rest, all right?” Danrique said before leaving.
She stared at his back speechlessly. This guy looks tall, big, and handsome, yet he has a one-track mind. How can he think I that I used my body to block a bullet for him? Is he delusional?
“You seem quite familiar, Ms. Cece. Have we met somewhere before?” Sean stared at her deeply.
He couldn't shake the feeling that she looked really familiar, but he couldn't recall where he saw her.
“No, I don't think we've met before,” Francesca denied.
If Danrique knew she was Francesco, he might think she was playing him.
Additionally, once he knew her true identity, she might really be unable to escape.
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