Chapter 1965


    Francesca opened her heavy eyelids and saw Danrique.


    He was kissing her and unbuttoning his shirt. His enamored expression seemed charming yet terrifying.


    Francesca pushed his shoulders away nervously. She was about to speak when he slid a hand under


    her dress.


    “Ah!” Francesca shrieked, and her eyes went wide. Her entire body stiffened, and she tried pushing him


    away frantically. However, a series of warm, passionate kisses began to rain on her.


    She was caught off guard!


    At first, Francesca wanted to resist Danrique''s advances, but her body slumped under his weight like a


    puddle of water. There was simply no chance of fighting back.


    The mes of passion burnt like wild fire...


    Beads of sweat had formed on Danrique''s forehead, and the dropletsnded on Francesca''s body.


    Francesca shut her eyes nervously and bit her lip, refusing to look at him.


    Danrique was about to take things further when a car''s rm went off outside. Next, all of the cars''


    rms rang as if something had triggered them. The noise was deafening.


    Francesca snapped out of her daze and shoved Danrique away frantically.


    The unexpectedmotion had spoiled Danriquc''s mood. He put on his pants and went to the window


    to have a look. Instantly, his expression sank.


    He picked up his shirt and wore it as he walked outside.


    When he opened the door, one of his subordinates came forward to report, “Mr. Lindberg, it''s Anthony!”


    “Where is he?” Danrique asked firmly.


    “We''ve captured him,” the subordinate replied with a lowered head.


    “Bring him in.” Danrique headed downstairs.


    “Yes.”


    When Francesca overheard the conversation, she quickly got dressed and headed outside.


    Anthony got beaten up again. He curled up like a helpless little rabbit and looked extremely pitiful.


    Danrique''s blood boiled at the sight of Anthony, and he was about to kick him when a panicky


    Francesca cried, “Stop it!"


    Although Danrique was furious, he withheld his force and kicked


    Anthony to the ground.


    Francesca ran forward and helped Anthony up anxiously. She was rmed when she saw the blood on


    his face. “Anthony, why are you...”


    She turned around and asked, “Who hit you?”


    Mylo walked forward meekly. “I''m sorry, Dr. Felch. It was me!"


    “Why did you hit him?” Francesca red at Mylo angrily and turned to regard Gordon. “Didn''t you say


    that you would send him to Bliss Hotel personally?”


    “It was like this, Ms. Felch,” Gordon exined hastily, “Two hours ago, I said I would take him away, but


    he refused toe with me. He told me his injuries were serious, and he would die along the way.


    Thus, he needed to see a doctor. I got a doctor to examine him and bring him inside the car, but he


    used the opportunity to escape. He hit the cars to create a


    disturbance...” “Anthony,” Francesca asked him with a frown, “why didn''t you leave? What are you


    trying to do?”


    “I''m not leaving you behind!” Anthony grabbed Francesca''s hand tightly. His gaze was steady and


    unwavering, even though he had been beaten up.


    Anthony was touched by his own righteous and loyal expression.


    It was as if Francesca was a captive, and he had rather die with her than leave her behind.


    Francesca was at a total loss for words.


    “Danrique...”


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    “Gordon!”


    “Yes.”


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    Danrique pointed at the hand used to hold Francesca''s hand.


    “Yes!”


    “Youe here!” Gordon dragged Anthony over and shoved him to the ground.