Mysterious male escort is a mogul novel Chapter 1868

qFrancesca reclined casually on the sofa as she sipped on a cup of warm milk.

She acted no different no matter where she was. She would stand and sit languidly. She would rather lie down instead of sitting and sit instead of standing, if she had a choice.

She had no care as to how people see her. She just did whatever was comfortable.

Danrique narrowed his eyes as he watched her. His eyes gleamed as if many thoughts were racing across his mind.

After a long silence, he finally spoke. “Did you take alcohol?”

“Yes, I did,” Francesca admitted.

“Eva pushed you to take them?” Danrique inquired.

“No, I took them willingly.”

Francesca didn't want to shift the blame onto others. Even though Eva did intend to make her drunk, her attempt failed. Francesca was the one who made the other drunk.

“You want to leave me?” Danrique questioned.

Francesca didn't respond to his question. Her mind was churning up a way to answer him.

Will he be furious if I told him the truth? Will he break my leg, lock me in the basement and torture me? Well, at least that's how romance novels always go. Those alpha CEOs always resort to such measures. I recalled there was a novel I read before in which the male lead had locked the female lead in an animal cage as punishment, causing a mastiff to hurt the female lead. How psychotic!

The scary thought had Francesca giving Danrique a strange look.

“Answer me,” Danrique demanded with a frown.

“Why did you intend to marry me?” Francesca refused to answer and asked instead. “Was it because I accidentally took a bullet for you?”

“Accidentally?” Danrique had only caught that one word in her question.

“Of course.” Francesca didn't want to lie to him. “I'm not a saint or a femme fatale. Why would I take a bullet for a man? Moreover, I don't even know you that well-”

“You don't know me well?” Danrique's expression darkened at her words. “Seven years ago-”

“I've already forgotten what happened seven years ago.”

Francesca cut him off and said seriously, “I'm not trying to be courteous here. I'm telling you the truth. I was still young then, so I didn't know what love was.