Chapter 1969
Unsure if it was because she had Danrique''s arms around her, Francesca felt exceptionally secure and
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thus slept very well that night.
Undisturbed by dreams, she rested all the way till she roused on her own at dawn.
Feelingpletely invigorated, Francesca habitually stretched her back and let out a yawn. Then, she
flipped her body around like an indolent little feline.
That was when she discovered the absence of the person next to her.
When she opened her eyes, she realized that he was really gone, and as far as she could tell, the
water in the bathroom was not running either.
“Danrique! Danrique Lindberg!” Francesca called. “Are you here, you rogue?”
That yielded no reply.
Okay. I suppose he must have gotten out of bed early.
She could sense that he had not managed to sleep well the night before. Although he hardly moved,
his body felt stiff and tensed against hers, as though he was unable to rx.
Conversely, she had slept quite soundly herself; it was as though his presence had a hypnotic effect on
her.
In a jolly fine mood, Francesca hopped out of bed to freshen up. At that moment, someone came
knocking at her door. Norah''s voice emanated from the other side. “May Ie in, Ms. Cece?”
“Please enter!”
In the midst of brushing her teeth, Francesca''s mouth was bubbling with froth.
Enter Norah at the lead of two maids to tidy the room and also to bring
Francesca some ginger tea to warm her belly with.
“Pleasee downstairs after you have finished your drink, Ms. Cece. Mr. Lindberg is waiting to have
breakfast together with you.”
“Okay.”
Getting her own attire in order, Francesca then went along with Norah.
Seated prim and proper inside the dining room, Danrique was helping himself to some breakfast. On
the table was a generous spread of offerings in the Chanaean style, all of them Francesca''s favorites.
“Good morning!”
With a pep in her step, Francesca bounded into the dining room and sat down to eat, almost childlike in
her exuberance.
“Morning!” Danrique regarded her smilingly and with affection in his eyes. “There''s no rush. It''s not a
contest.”
“This is so good. That one too...” Francesca stuffed her mouth and spoke while she ate. “Come to think
of it; I think I haven''t had anything to eatst night.”
“Haha...” Danrique could not stifle augh. “That must have been hard on you!”
Rolling her eyes at him, Francesca resumed with her feasting.
Elegantly sipping away at his tea, Danrique looked rather pleased while he watched her eat, as though
it was enjoyable for him to do so.
“Ms. Atkinson has requested an audience, Mr. Lindberg!” at that moment, a subordinate approached to
report.
“Tell her that I’m busy right now.” Danrique took a nce at his watch.
“Have here back in the evening instead.”
“Understood.” Off the subordinate went to ry his message.
Come back in the evening...
Those words jutted against Francesca''s throat like fish bones, and she found them hard to swallow.
Having lost her appetite, she ced down her utensils, wiped clean the corner of her lips, and red at
Danrique.
“Huh? Are you done already?” Danrique''s brows perked at her.
“Umm..." Stunned at first, Danrique subsequently broke into a boisterous guffaw. “Is this jealousy I''m
seeing from you?”
“Hmph!” Francesca shot him a look as she set herself upright and looked to storm off.
“Understood.” The subordinate then promptly went out after her. Read at NovelDrama.Org
“Happy now?” said Danrique, looking gleefully at Francesca.
Perhaps it might be work rted?
The thought of that made her change her tone. “Actually, that was not what I meant. You''re just going to
meet with her to talk business. I get that.”
“What business has she and I have to discuss?” said Danrique casually. “She''s in no position to talk
business with me, to begin with.”
“Does that mean that it''s personal, then?” asked Francesca in displeasure.