Chapter 1797 It Must Be A Trap

“Come with me, Master Felch. Hurry!”

Kerrie anxiously dragged Francesca along.

“What? Hey! Wait…”

Francesca was immediately brought to the room next door.

At this very moment, Danrique was seated on the sofa with his back facing her, loosening the buttons on his shirt one by one.

 

Sean placed a bag of ice against his boss’ forehead, and he called out to Francesca upon seeing her. “Dr. Felch! Come over. Mr. Lindberg’s having another fever.”

Francesca walked over, knelt in front of Danrique, and began to examine his wound.

 

Danrique stopped unbuttoning his shirt and stared at her with creased brows.

The woman was dressed in nothing but a bathrobe, and her hair was still wet. Water droplets could be seen trailing down her neck.

The sight of it all seemed rather suggestive.

Danrique quickly averted his gaze. “Why aren’t you wearing any clothes?” he demanded.

sure how to respond. “Who says I’m not wearing

Lindberg. I was so frantic that I dragged Master

and put

Danrique could finish, Francesca ripped off the bandages covering his wound. The sudden pain caused him to

“You!”

gritted his teeth. I’m going to kill

you. Don’t get the

gaze on the

Danrique’s eyes as his face

he watched the ordeal. Mr. Lindberg’s always been level-headed, but he seems to be losing his temper a lot recently. I’ll have to admit this woman really

Mr. Lindberg off every day, but

do have a fever. Wipe your body

that, she returned to

quickly

was about to give Danrique’s body a wipe when the latter took the hot towel from her. “I’ll do it myself.

meekly did as

the room. “Why aren’t

didn’t let me,” Kerrie answered

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