Hugging Francesca in his arms, Danrique tenderly kissed her on the forehead. How | wish | could hold her forever and be


    together for eternity!


    Francesca seemingly sensed his warmth as well. She burrowed into his embrace, rubbing her face against his neck. As her skin


    brushed against him, it left a tingling feeling in its wake.


    That inadvertent teasing was sufficient to ignite the fire within him.


    The urge to take her gripped him, but he forcibly suppressed it.


    He was all too clear that she was exhausted to the core then, so he couldn''t touch her.


    Despite the fervent desire within him to join with her and reestablish their intimacy, he had to endure it.


    That night, Francesca slumbered soundly. She slept from a little over eight o''clock to only wake up the next day at o''clock in the


    afternoon. Opening her eyes groggily, she muttered, “I''m hungry.”


    “You''re hungry? I''ll have someone prepare some food at once.”


    Danrique instantly notified Norah to prepare some food and deliver it upstairs. Then, he went to the bathroom and drew a bath.


    Francesca was dazed for a while before she got out of bed and washed up. Having done that, she returned to the mini living


    room in the bedroom to eat.


    The entire process was ingrained and natural.


    It was as though she had never left and had always been the mistress of that bedroom. Everything appeared to be a matter of


    course.


    Danrique sat on the sofa at the side with a cup of ck coffee in hand, gazing at her tenderly.


    Francesca was entirely focused on eating, making it seem like she was doing something of utmost importance.


    She''s still the same, forever having such a big appetite and respect for food. She sleeps and eats well, just like a docile child.


    “Have you had your fill staring at me?” Francesca questioned out of the blue.


    Danrique was stunned for a second before the corners of his mouth lifted. “No.”


    “Hmph!” Rolling her eyes at him, Francesca uttered coldly, “Well? How much are you paying me this time?”N?velDrama.Org owns this.


    “Do you not want half of my assets anymore?” Danrique drawled meaningfully.


    “Of course...” Francesca blurted. But in the next heartbeat, she changed her tune, adding, “Not!”


    “This isn''t like you. When did you change so much?” Danrique teased.


    “Money is nice, but half of your assetse at the price of innocent lives, so forget about it.”


    As Francesca recalled the deaths of La and Lincoln, guilt and self-condemnation surged within her once more.


    It''s enough to make such a fatal mistake once. There can''t be a second time.


    “I''m sorry.”


    Danrique hung his head. Truly, he was guilt-stricken about that incident. s, he had never been good at words, so he had no


    idea what else to say other than those three words.


    Lifting her head, Francesca stared right at him. “I don''t want to say that it''s okay. I''m saving Charlotte mainly because | owe her


    father a debt of gratitude. Besides, she''s your aunt''s daughter...”


    She didn''t finish her utterance, merely giving voice to the rest of her words in her mind.


    She''s also my kids’ aunt. I''ve got no


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    will have many peopl tecting and


    ugha in this world. Even if I''m


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    “Thank you!”


    It would seem that Danrique really didn''t know what else to say other than such brief responses.


    On the heels of that, Francesca made


    a U-turn again. “But. sepaying @debt


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    “Uh...” Danrique was momentarily taken aback. Chuckling, he remarked, “The familiar Francesca is back!”


    “Forget about half your assets. I''ll


    never marry you, nor do | want to


    involved in the thats Keon


    Lindberg furhily. | don''t want shares


    or fixed assets. | only want cash.”


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    “How much do you want? Just say the word.” Danrique was generous and munificent.


    “| want...” Pausing, Francesca did some calctions carefully before stating, “A billion in M Nation''s currency!”


    “Sure!” Danrique agreed readily.


    “I''ll give you the bank ountter. Just transfer the money there. Thank you, boss!” Francesca raised her ss of milk to him.