Chapter 1968
Francesca took another shower before she slipped herself into a set of clean andfortable
sleepwear. After she drank the warm soup Norah had prepared for her, she went on to nestle herself
snuggly into the bed, ready to turn in for the night. That was when the door crept open.
Good grief. Here hees again!
“Don''t you already know that I''m on the rag?”
Sitting up swiftly, Francesca aimed a pillow at him.
The projectile was snatched out of the air. cing it underneath his own head, Danrique thenid
himself down next to her in the same fluid sequence. Following that, he reached out to reel her petite
frame into his arms so that he may cradle her like a kitten.
“Leave me alone!”
Francesca struggled in exasperation as she feared he would be unable to keep his own primal urges in
check.
“I just want to cuddle, that''s all,” whispered Danrique into her ears as he yfully pinched her behind
with his huge mitt. “But no guarantees if you are going to keep up with your squirming like this.”
Upon hearing that, Francesca settled herself down and docilely submitted herself to his embracing.
“Does your abdomen hurt?”
Reaching his warm hand inside of her clothes, he gently massaged her belly in a way that felt oddly
soothing for her.
“Not anymore.”
Francesca raised her dainty head to regard him. His well-defined features appeared especially
charming when illuminated by the mellow light cast against the duskiness of the room. Those amber
eyes of his sparkled gloriously even in the darkness.
A rising impulse to kiss him caused her to purse her lips.
“Francesca Felch!” Oblivious to her sentiments, he continued to hail her softly under his breath. “It''s a
lovely name, but I still prefer to call you Cece!”
“How did I used to address you?”
Though unable to recall some of the subtleties from their past, she could still remember that they had
indeed shared a delightful first love together.
Those fragments came back to her quite often, sans some of the details which had eluded her.
“You were so rude back then!” scoffed Danrique, rolling his eyes. “Calling me ''hey you'' whenever you
saw me.”
“Hahaha. Yeah. That does seem like something I''d say,” said Francesca with augh. “In that case,
Property belongs to N?vel(D)r/ama.Org.
why did you call me Cece then?”
“Cause that’s what you said your name was when I asked!” replied Danrique, nudging her on the nose.
“That doesn''t...” Francesca narrowed her eyes in concentration. “Cece does sound familiar, but I don''t
think that''s my name.”
“Enough of that.”
Unbothered by such trivialities, Danrique leaned in to suck on her tender lips.
“Mmph...”
Eyes widening in astonishment, Francesca resisted with both hands on his shoulders, petrified by the
thought of what else he might do.
Danrique''s kiss only grew in intensity while his scintiting presence and fiery passion threatened to
dissolve her.
In her anxiety, tension mounted throughout Francesca’s body, prompting her to pound hard upon his
back with both fists.
His body, however, was tough as steel and impervious to the resistance she was putting up.
He finally relinquished his hold on her a whileter with a final peck on the chin. “Rx. Were just
going to kiss, and nothing else...” “But...” Sob.
Unable to resist his ardor, the strength all over her body had already deserted Francesca. She could
only endure it silently with her eyes shut.
Hugging the pillow in bewilderment, Francesca stared at the bathroom door. She had no idea what was
going through his mind.
A whileter, Danrique came back out exuding a chilliness, with beads of wetness about him not
“Did you just go in for a bath?
Heavens. Was that a cold shower you took?”
“I''d have you to me for that!” Danrique then pulled her in and buried her head into his own chest.
“Let''s sleep!”
“You''re so annoying!”