q“A small matter.” Francesca waved her heavily bandaged hand.
“As long as you're safe. You gave me quite a fright!” tittered Monica as she patted her chest. “Maybe you should rest early. I won't disturb you anymore.”
Having said that, she rushed off to the other courtyard.
Francesca watched her retreating back, thinking of how carefully Monica treated her to get in her good books. She could not help but feel guilty.
Monica was actually a member of Interpol. There was no need for her to pay too much attention to William's affairs.
Out of camaraderie and concern for William, however, she was urging Francesca to take action sooner.
However, Danrique had made arrangements to have her sleep in a different courtyard, not allowing her to sleep in the same area. He even made her dress like a bodyguard.
This series of actions served as a warning to Monica, telling her not to intervene.
Francesca thought of what Harrier had said to her earlier. When she dwelled on William's current condition, she became even more distressed.
Even if Harrier had ill-intentions, there was truth to this matter.
If anything happened to William, Francesca could not live with herself.
“What is it? Are you still mad?” Danrique had noticed how morose she looked and assumed that Francesca was still upset over the Hazel incident.
“I...” Francesca looked up to gaze at Danrique. “I wish to have a chat with you.”
Seeing how grave her expression was, Danrique knew what she was about to say. With an arched brow, he asked, “Is it about William?”
Francesca nodded.
Danrique could not be bothered to have this conversation and turned around to enter the bathroom.
“Danrique...”
Francesca called out to him but received no response in return. All she could do was lie on the couch and wait for him to finish bathing.
After a while, Danrique finally emerged from the bathroom clad in nothing but his towel. His hair was still dripping wet.
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