Chapter 1868


    Francesca 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 sitnguidly. 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 wasfortable.


    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 me 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


    identally took a bullet for you?”


    “identally?” 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.


    “It was an odd coincidence that I took the bullet for you. Something hit my foot, causing me to lose my


    bnce and identally fall into your arms, then I got shot.”


    I shouldn''t lie to him. Even though it''s cruel, I have to tell him the truth. It''s better than leaving him


    clueless.


    “Fine. Let''s say what you just said is true. You taking the bullet for me was idental, and you had


    forgotten about what happened seven years ago.”


    Danrique nodded his head as though he had no problem epting that.


    “That''s right.”


    Francesca was ecstatic. This stubborn man had finally thought things through.


    “But...” Suddenly, Danrique made a turn. “The world is so huge, and we still meet each other after all


    this time. Also, you saved my life.


    “It might be an ident or an odd coincidence, but it doesn''t change the fact that an unbreakable bond


    binds us together.”


    “Erm...”


    Francesca was stunned at his conclusion. Her smart mouth that could win every argument was wide


    open with no wordsing out.


    She even thought Danrique''s remark kind of, somewhat, sort of made


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    sense.


    “God wanted us to be together, and we can''t go against His will.”


    Danrique added, with great emphasis, “You and I are destined to be together. You can''t run away.”


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    “You believe in destiny?” Francesca was staring dumbfoundedly at him.


    “You-”