Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

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qFrancesca had no choice but to tell William everything.

“I don't remember anything from seven years ago. Taking the bullet for him this time was a coincidence. It wasn't

intentional on my side. He was opinionated and fancied himself into thinking I saved him out of love. With that in

mind, he kept insisting that I marry him. I tried to escape several times but failed.”

William's expression turned solemn. “I heard he had a girlfriend who was his first love and been searching for her

all these years. I even helped him ask around. I never expected that person to be you.”

“That is not important. We can't take childhood incidents seriously.” Francesca frowned. “But I can't trouble you with

this. With his temper, you might have to bear the brunt if you continue to get involved with me.”

“Yeah. Dr. Felch, we can't involve His Highness in this matter-”

“Shut up!” William interrupted Robin and shot a death glare at him. Once Robin got his point, William turned to

Francesca and asked, “Is he still unaware of your true identity?”

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“I don't know.” Francesca shook her head. “I'm afraid once he knows about it, he'll think I'm making a fool out of

him. The matter will escalate by that point. Well, I did keep the issue under wraps back when I was in M Nation.”

“Then does he know about the injury to your head?” William pointed out the obvious. “I suppose you haven't

undergone any procedure for it.”

“No.” She considered William a close friend, so she told him the truth. “After I left M Nation, I went to S Nation for

some business, then I traveled to H City, so the surgery was postponed again and again.”

“You have to do the surgery as soon as possible or the consequences will be dire.” William offered gravely, “I'll think

of a way for you to leave, then ask Helen to do the procedure for you.”

“You'll have to leave first and we'll continue the topic after.” The creases on Francesca's forehead deepened. “Won't

this matter implicate you? Once Danrique finds out you're the one who takes me away, will he direct his anger

toward you?”

“He won't do anything to me. Perhaps just some yelling.” William looked at her with gentleness in his eyes. “The

important thing is, are you sure you don't want to marry him?”

“Both L and Zachary were voted as the men young women wanted to marry the most. Both of them are young,

handsome, rich, and have a clean slate with the ladies. With a perfect guy being so loyal to you, can you truly let

go?”

“All of those things have nothing to do with me.” Francesca said with impatience, “I don't want to get married. I

don't care who it is.”

“You just don't want to marry him, or you don't want to get married?” William asked.

“I don't want to get married.” Francesca answered without hesitation, “I have things I want to do. Relationships are

too troublesome.”

“All right. As expected of Francesco.”

A resigned smile tugged on the corners of William's lips.

At that moment, someone knocked on the door, and Norah asked through the door, “Your Highness, I made some

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tonic for you. Can I come in?”

William cast a glance at Robin to handle Norah.

“Return to your room and rest for now. Once I've arranged everything, I'll text you,” William whispered to

Francesca.

“Okay.”

Francesca nodded her head and went out via the window.

Even though the wind and snow had stopped, the external wall and window ledge was still encrusted with frost, so

they were slippery, causing her to almost lose her grip and footing.

It was a good thing she was agile and managed to grab onto the window ledge at the last minute. She expended all

her energy on scalding the wall back to her room.

Once her feet touched the solid floor, she let out a long exhale but gasped the next minute.

A figure was sitting on the sofa in the corner, holding a glass of wine and staring pointedly at her in the dark.

There was no reproach or anger in his gaze. He was calm and looking at her with resignation and adoration as

though his kitten had snuck out for a stroll.

“Have fun scalding the wall?”

His tone was calm and casual as though he was inquiring about a minor issue.

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