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Chapter 2201 His Tenderness
Danrique remained asleep until they arrived in Xendale, and he woke up only when the plane was about to land.
Seeing the woman next to him curled up into a ball, he covered her with a blanket before getting up to dress. “We're preparing to land, Mr. Lindberg,” Sean announced from outside the door.
"Okay." After putting on his clothes, Danrique wrapped Francesca with a coat, carried her to her seat, and fastened her seatbelt. She remained in a slumber the whole time.
He then kissed her cheek before walking out of the room. “Take me to the office once we land and get Gordon to send the rest of them home.” “Yes, Mr. Lindberg.”
Awakened by the turbulence, Francesca opened her eyes to see that the aircraft was already landing, and she was now seated on her chair with her seatbelt buckled.
There was also a large, warm coat with Danrique’s scent draped over her. A warm, fuzzy sensation swirled within her heart at the thought of the man carrying her in his arms and tending to her. After the plane had landed, Francesca put on her clothes and shoes before heading out. There, she saw Danrique on the phone, Sean handling some errands, and two subordinates helping William alight with Monica by his side.
“Ms. Felch, I'll be taking you and Prince William home. Mr. Lindberg has to drop by the office,” Gordon remarked while walking over. “It's cold outside, so please wear a hat.”
"Okay." Francesca returned to the room to put on a down jacket and hat. She then came back out with her medical kit.
Danrique, who had just hung up the phone, waved at her.
She limped her way over to him, but before she could say anything, the man suddenly lifted her into his arms. “What are you doing?” she exclaimed in surprise while looping her arms around his neck instantly.
“The stairs are slippery.”
He carried her outside, and under the snow-filled sky were dozens of subordinates lined up in two rows gazing straight at them.
Standing among them were Harrier and Hazel, along with several other high-level executives of Lindberg Corporation.
Feeling unsettled, Francesca buried herself in Danrique’s embrace like a meek kitten
The man walked down the stairs with her in his arms, not forgetting to ensure that her hat shielded her from the cold.
Among all the people watching them, Hazel appeared incredibly envious.
How she wished it were her in Danrique’s arms instead!
Francesca only noticed all the people waiting outside after arriving at the bottom of the stairs, but Danrique seemed completely unbothered by everyone's gazes and kissed her on the forehead. "Wait for me back home,” he reminded gently.
“Okay.” The woman nodded obediently.
He then placed her inside the car, gestured at Gordon, and watched them leave.
Francesca continued to stare at him through the rearview mirror. The man kept his eyes on the car all the while until Hazel approached him with some documents in hand. “Nacht Group sure has some nerve to try and gain their share of the Epean market,” he commented icily.
“I heard the one behind this is Old Mr. Nacht's daughter, Zara. She's known to be ruthless and full of schemes. According to sources, she’s already joined hands with Frank and Pastor to go against us.” Hazel's expression was grim as she reported the news to Danrique. “Will we be making a trip to Summerbank?”
"We're heading back to the office first.” While holding onto the documents, Danrique turned around and hopped into his car.
Hazel and Harrier followed suit. “I couldn't make it to the last inspection because I was sick, but I'm good to go this time,” the latter volunteered as soon as he took his seat.
Danrique merely cast him a glance and continued going through the documents.
“I can go too,” Hazel chimed in softly. “My dad and Mr. Yarrow are old now, so we can't depend on them anymore. Harrier and I will do whatever you ask.”
“Harrier, you'll go to H City on my behalf,” Danrique decided. “Sean will tell you what to do.”
“Very well.” Harrier smiled and nodded.
Then, Danrique turned to Hazel and returned the documents. “You'll head to M Nation tonight. I'll meet you there tomorrow.”
“Understood.”
Chapter 2202 A Building
William was brought to a different castle with a built-in clinic. There was quite a fair number of maids and subordinates, although he and Monica were the only two people residing there. Francesca was puzzled to learn of such an arrangement. “But there are so many extra rooms in Danrique Castle. Why did he choose to have William stay here instead? I'd have to make my way over by car every time.”
“This was Mr. Lindberg’s decision, Ms. Felch,” Gordon reported, lowering his head. That response alone was enough to shut Francesca up. If it were before, she would have kicked up a fuss and insisted they did things her way.
But now, the woman felt that she owed Danrique too much to trouble him any further. “Fine,” she eventually answered with a frustrated nod.
“I don't think this is a bad idea, Ms. Felch. His Highness and I would feel much more at ease staying here.” Monica seemed rather pleased with Danrique’s arrangements. “If we were to stay at Danrique Castle, we'd have to face Mr. Lindberg every day. It gets a little awkward, to be honest.”
“Yeah.” William grinned. “L has his own life, so we won't end up bothering him by staying here.” “Well, I suppose so,” Francesca relented. “You're not that far away either, so it wouldn't be too much of a hassle for me to come over. I'm out of medication, so I'll have to get someone to bring us more. I'll come back and see you guys tonight.”
“There's no need to rush,” William assured. “I already took the medicine on the plane, so you can just come back tomorrow. Go on home. You must have a lot to do since we just landed.”
"Okay." After giving Monica some instructions along with anti-inflammatory drugs and painkillers, Francesca left with Gordon.
On the way back, she wrote a checklist of medication and handed it to Gordon so he could have someone prepare every item needed.
The man immediately did as required and even let her go through the list of medical equipment available at the clinic, asking her if there was anything else to add.
Francesca noted how well-equipped the place was. There was not much else she needed apart from a few small apparatus.
The two continued chatting until they arrived home, where Norah and a group of maids awaited them.
Francesca was overjoyed to see them and began to strike up a conversation with them.
Norah had prepared an extravagant spread for dinner, and a hungry Francesca quickly washed her hands before darting toward the dining room.
“Slow down! You wouldn't want to choke on your food!"
Norah gazed at her, smiling affectionately.
“It's delicious!” Francesca exclaimed as she chowed down on the food.
The woman hadn't had a proper meal ever since she was on the run, nor did she have the appetite while staying at the palace. Now, she could finally let loose and dig in.
“If you like the food so much, we'd be more than happy to cook for you every day from now on.” Norah poured her a glass of wine. “This is from Arkfield. Give it a taste.”
Francesca took a sip and sighed in satisfaction. “It's good!”
She was so full that she couldn't help but burp. “I can't eat anymore. I'm stuffed! I have to go prepare some medication.”
Her mind was still occupied by the desire to treat her patients. It wasn't just William; Monica, Robin, and all those people at the castle were waiting for her to save them.
“Ms. Felch, Mr. Lindberg had us prepare you a workshop. Shall I take you there to have a look at it?” Gordon had remained next to her the whole time.
“There's a workshop? When did you set it up?”
Francesca was visibly stunned.
“Mr. Lindberg had it made the last time you came back,” Gordon explained. “It's just that both Sean and I weren't around most of the time and could only get Sloan to watch over the construction, so we're not sure if you'd be pleased with the workshop. Please come and take a look, and if there's anything about it that you're not happy with, I'll get them to make the changes.”
"Why would I be so picky? I'm already impressed that there's even a workshop!”
The woman grew extremely eager.
“Ms. Felch! You're back,” Sloan greeted while walking over from afar. “Your workshop is ready for your inspection!”
"Where is it?" Francesca extended her neck and glanced around. “Which room is it?"
“It's right here.”
Sloan pointed ahead, and standing tall right before them was a building that had a signboard containing the word “Fran” engraved in gold.
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Chapter 2203 Sweet And Blissful
Francesca gazed up at the building in front of her. “This building is all mine?” she asked, dumbfounded. “The whole place is your workshop,” Sloan replied with a grin. “There are seven floors. We had it made exactly like how buildings that host traditional medicine would look like. Go on in and take a look.”
Feeling touched, the woman strode into the building. Every part of it was made with the finest quality wood, and walking inside here made one feel as though they were actually inside a traditional medicine hall.
“It's perfect!” Francesca gushed. “This is everything I wanted in a dream workshop!” She had long yearned for a workshop like this—one that contained an array of materials to create herbal concoctions, not to mention all those precious medicinal books.
Although she did have a workshop back in S Nation too, it was a room so tiny that she could only keep some common herbs. Moreover, all the shelves had been filled to the brim, and they looked messy all the time as she never bothered tidying them.
But this place... Every part of it belongs to me? I can now keep all the herbs and materials I want, and I can even run experiments on the other floors. Oh, God!
The woman was moved to tears. How did Danrique know I've always wanted a workshop? I never told him about this.
“Do you like it, Ms. Felch?” Sloan asked in anticipation. “Is there anything you want us to fix?"
“I do. I love it so much,” Francesca answered while feeling a lump in her throat. “You don't have to change a thing. Now, there's just one more thing left that we need.”
“The herbs?” Gordon asked, smiling. “We've taken care of that. The goods should arrive from Zarain within the next two days. You'll receive a portion of everything that's available on the market, and if there are other herbs you want that we can't buy, give us a checklist. I'll get someone to find them.” “You guys are so thoughtful.” Francesca reached for the shelves before running her fingers across a desk, her eyes brimming with tears.
“It's Mr. Lindberg who's thoughtful,” Gordon said. “He told Sean to find a well-known architect to design this building, and construction began right after all the materials from Zarain had arrived. Look, everything is almost complete. We're just waiting for the herbs now.”
“I can't believe it.” Emotions surged within Francesca. “He never told me anything.”
“Mr. Lindberg has always been the type who works in the shadows.” Just as Gordon spoke, a subordinate came over to report, “Mr. Lindberg has returned.”
“That was fast.” Gordon was visibly surprised. “I thought he'd be late, considering all the issues at work."
“What issues?” asked Francesca.
“Uh... Well...” The man dared not answer.
“It's okay. I'll go ask him.”
With that, Francesca hurried over to where Danrique was and leaped into his arms like an elated child as soon as he stepped out of his vehicle.
“Be careful with your leg!” the man exclaimed while gazing at her lovingly.
“Thank you!” Standing on her toes, Francesca began to peck him on the chin. “I just had a look at the workshop. It's beautifull”
Danrique clicked his tongue in displeasure. “So you only came running into my arms because I built you that workshop?”
The woman giggled. “But I love it so much. Let me kiss you!”
She jumped and tried to reach for his lips.
Yet, the man deliberately kept his head high. “I won't let you kiss me, shorty.”
“You're so annoying!”
Francesca then climbed onto him like a monkey and bit him.
Laughter ensued among the two.
Danrique held her by the waist and carried her back into the house.
It was a sweet and blissful sight.
Everyone at the scene felt happy for them
Norah, in particular, couldn't stop beaming.
Meanwhile, in the castle not far away, William sat in his wheelchair while observing the spectacle from a distance. He couldn't hear what they were saying, but he could certainly see how affectionate Danrique and Francesca were with each other.
How lucky.
Curling his lips slightly, he looked down with a frosty gaze.
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Chapter 2204 Gone Secretly
Danrique carried Francesca all the way back into their room, where more passion followed. There was a saying that men who were new to carnal pleasures were akin to wild beasts.
Danrique was no exception. In fact, he couldn't seem to get enough of it. He would keep asking Francesca for more until he was completely exhausted.
Despite the long hours Francesca had slept on the plane, she was now out cold once again thanks to the lovemaking which lasted through the night.
She lay in his embrace like a docile animal. Leaning on one side, Danrique held onto her with one hand and caressed her hair with the other as he gazed at her tenderly.
She was always so upfront with her emotions. Never did she hide her happiness or anger. She's probably going to be upset if she finds out that I'm going to M Nation with Hazel first thing in the morning, huh?
He smiled at the thought of this woman glaring at him in fury. He loved everything about her, including the way she looked when picking fights with him.
The man kissed her forehead and held her tightly, but he couldn't fall asleep at all. As dawn approached, subtle rays of light could be seen seeping in through the floor-to-ceiling windows and shining onto Francesca’s body.
Danrique glanced at the clock on the wall. It was already half past five in the morning.
He withdrew his arm silently, put on a bathrobe, and treaded toward the door lightly. He then turned around to glance at the woman one more time, his eyes showing how reluctant he was to part with her.
Ultimately, he could only shut the door and leave in a hurry.
“The car's ready, Mr. Lindberg.”
“I'm going to take a shower in the study room before we leave. Wait for me downstairs, and be sure not to wake her up.”
"Yes, Mr. Lindberg.”
Danrique hurried downstairs after taking a shower and changing into his clothes. He couldn't help but give his room a quick glance as he walked past it.
It's still quiet in there, so she’s probably still asleep.
He could only leave while she was sleeping so as to avoid getting into an argument.
Then, he hopped into the car.
Gordon rushed over at that moment. “Are you sure you don't need me to accompany you, Mr. Lindberg? It's quite dangerous in M Nation. I think you'd be safer if I were to come along.”
“Stay here and watch the house. I'll talk to you if I need you,” Danrique instructed. “Take care of her, and don't let her leave no matter how much of a fight she puts up.”
“Understood.” Gordon nodded solemnly.
"If she wants to go outside for some fresh air, make sure there's always someone following her closely. Nothing had better happen to her.”
“Certainly, Mr. Lindberg. Don't worry,” assured Gordon. “Everything will be fine with me around.” Danrique shot a glance at the master bedroom. The room remained lit, and gentleness filled his eyes as he recalled the night they had just spent together. Please don't be mad at me when you wake up.
The sound of the car engine roused Francesca briefly, but she was so tired that she simply turned to the other side, hugged a pillow, and continued sleeping.
The pillow contained traces of his scent, so she felt as if she was hugging him.
Then, she began to dream about her and Danrique getting married.
The wedding was held inside a forest, where many wild animals were in attendance.
Donning a beautiful bridal gown and floral wreath, she ran freely across a meadow as the man stood on top of a hill, extending an arm toward her and waiting for her arrival.
Everything looked like a romantic fairy tale.
It was a perfect dream, and she couldn't stop beaming. But just as she neared him, a bolt of lightning struck down from the clouds and the ground beneath her began to split.
The earth shook violently, causing an enormous rift between the two of them.
As Francesca called out Danrique’s name, he told her not to be afraid and to keep making her way over in spite of the growing fissure on the ground. Then, he jumped toward her, only to fall into the cracks as though he had been swallowed by a humongous beast.
“Ahhh!”
Francesca finally jolted awake, her body covered in sweat. She reached for her pillow only to find no trace of Danrique.
She glanced around the room and called out to him, even searching for him in the bathroom. Yet, he was nowhere to be seen.
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Chapter 2205 Hide
Wondering if he had gone to the study room, Francesca put on her coat and headed out to look for him. A maid greeted her as soon as she opened the door. “Good morning, Ms. Felch.”
“Is Danrique inside the study room?” Francesca asked softly. “Well...” The maid kept her head low, not daring to speak.
Without another word, Francesca made her way to the study room. She pushed the door open and found the room completely dark, and there was no one inside when she switched on the lights. Something felt amiss to her at that very moment. “Is anybody there?” she shouted. “Yes, Ms. Felch!” Sloan came running upstairs.
"Where's Danrique?” Francesca asked anxiously. “Mr. Lindberg is...”
“Mr. Lindberg is on his way to M Nation.” Gordon walked in. “He just boarded the plane.” “Danrique’s flying to M Nation?” Francesca's eyes widened in shock. “When did he leave?”
She paused briefly before muttering to herself, “If he's just about to board, that means he’s been gone for over an hour...”
Rage overtook her instantly. “That jerk! He actually left while I was asleep? What is he doing, running off to M Nation right after coming back home?”
"Please don't be upset, Ms. Felch,” Sloan consoled immediately. “Mr. Lindberg has some matters to take care of.”
“That's right. Mr. Lindberg has work to do,” Gordon chimed in.
They have a point. He's no ordinary guy, so it's not like he can keep me company all day. Now that I think about it, he was constantly on the phone during our flight back home. Something must've happened.
"Well, if he has work to do, he could've just told me. Why did he have to sneak out like that?” she commented in exasperation and indignance. “Couldn't he have just said his proper goodbyes?”
"He was worried you'd be mad at him,” Gordon answered meekly.
“Then when will he be back?” Francesca asked, sounding worried. “Did he tell you?”
“No. We're really not sure how long he'll be away, but he'll definitely come back once he’s done taking care of everything there.”
Francesca was speechless. There was no point questioning them any further. It would only trouble them.
Hence, she returned to the bedroom and plopped herself onto the couch in a sullen manner. Gordon reminded the maid to keep watch outside before leaving to run his own errands.
Francesca tried to dial Danrique’s number, thinking that perhaps the private jet had not taken off yet.
Unfortunately, she couldn't reach him. I guess he’s taken off.
Francesca: Text me once you see this!
After leaving him a text message, the woman sprawled on the bed. The more she thought about his departure, the more infuriated she became.
We were just together in this bed a few hours ago, and now he’s gone. He left without even saying anything.
She felt extremely aggrieved.
Meanwhile, Danrique was reviewing some documents on his private jet when Sean poured him a hot cup of tea. “You've been working really hard, Mr. Lindberg. You didn't even get to have a proper meal when you got home.”
“You're as long-winded as a woman,” Danrique commented with a glance.
Hearing that, Sean stopped talking immediately.
"By the way,” Danrique suddenly added, "how is Layla doing?”
“Gordon just asked the guys in H City about her today. It seems she’s woken up and is still resting in bed.”
“Well, there's shouldn't be any more problems now that she’s awake, so get someone to take her to Xendale. Francesca tends to overthink when she’s alone. She'd feel better if Layla were with her.” “Very well. I'll give Gordon a call.”
Sean whipped out his phone and connected it to the Wi-Fi on the plane right away.
Danrique continued to gaze at his documents, but the only thing on his mind was Francesca. “Tell that blockhead Gordon not to let Francesca know that I'm going to M Nation with Hazel. I don't want her to throw a fit."
"Of course.” Sean immediately relayed the message to Gordon
"Got it. Don't worry about it. Also, I'm not a blockhead
Chapter 2206 Make It Up
“If Mr. Lindberg says you're one, then you're one!” Sean retaliated. “You...” Gordon scoffed in frustration. “You'll get it from me when you come back.”
With a smug laugh, Sean hung up. “He gets to stay by Mr. Lindberg's side just because he's sly enough to earn his trust. I'm clearly more capable,” Gordon grumbled.
“I think I'm better than Mylo too, but Mr. Lindberg prefers taking him along while keeping me here,” Sloan chimed in despondently.
Gordon couldn't help but sigh. “Only shallow guys would fall for a person's smooth-talking.” “I'd say the same for women,” Sloan added. “But Ms. Felch is an exception!”
Back inside her room, a sleepless Francesca tossed and turned in bed. She had been waiting to hear from Danrique all this while, but he hadn't called her ever since he left.
She knew there was reception on the private jet. He would've called her if he wanted to, but he didn't. Maybe I just don't matter to him.
Francesca was utterly disappointed. Well, there's no point mulling over this. I should get to work. The woman got out of bed and began prescribing some medicine for William and the rest of the people at his castle.
It was a rather busy day. The medicinal herbs arrived by noon, and together with Sloan, Francesca headed over to where William was to treat him. Monica was also now learning some basic medical knowledge from her so she could care for William better.
Francesca remained there until about three in the afternoon before coming back to prepare more medication for those at William Castle. Then, she had Gordon personally send the medication over. The day flew by quickly, and it was now eight at night. Francesca stared at her phone while having her dinner, waiting for Danrique to call.
Yet, he didn't. She was on the verge of exploding now.
Just as she prepared to phone him instead, the sound of a car arriving came from outside, piquing her curiosity. Who could it be at this hour?
“Francesca!” A familiar voice rang out. Francesca stilled briefly and turned her head to look outside. It didn't take long for Gordon to lead a noble-looking woman into the house, and Francesca was astonished to see that it was the first lady. “Mrs. President! What are you doing here?”
“Sorry for dropping by so abruptly,” the first lady responded with a smile. “I heard you've come back, so I thought I'd pay you a visit. I hope I'm not bothering you.”
“Not at all! Come on in. Norah, prepare some tea.”
“Yes, Ms. Felch.”
Francesca looked very much like a lady of a house at this moment.
After beckoning the first lady to take a seat and asking for tea to be served, she began to strike up a warm conversation with her.
The first lady handed some gifts over before getting to the point. “Francesca, I heard from Danrique that you've returned, but he’s gone to M Nation to take care of some matters. I thought you might be bored on your own, so I decided to stop by and see you. I'm holding an art exhibition tomorrow. I'm not sure if you'd be interested, but would you like to come? If you're feeling lonely because Danrique isn't around, how about I keep you company?”
“Oh, I..."
“I know you're not fond of socializing, so I've made sure there wouldn't be too many people tomorrow. I was thinking of taking you out to dinner. Then we'll head to the exhibition together, and I'll send you home right after that.” The first lady smiled sheepishly. “I didn't give you a proper greeting at the last banquet, and I even gave you a fright. My husband's been blaming me ever since. That's also why I want to make it up to you now. Hopefully, he'll stop using that incident against me. Haha...”
Upon hearing that, Francesca couldn't bear to say no, so she nodded. “Okay. I'll see you tomorrow, then. I wasn't that frightened back then, though. It really wasn't so big of a deal.”
“But it was still my negligence that led to the incident.” The first lady beamed. “Shall I come and pick you up tomorrow?”
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Chapter 2207 Art Exhibition
“There's no need for that. Give me the address, and I'll make my way over on my own,” Francesca replied hurriedly.
“All right. It looks like Danrique’s left Gordon here, so there shouldn't be a problem for you to travel about,” the first lady remarked with a chuckle. “I'll have someone give Gordon the address, then. See you tomorrow at six!"
"Okay. See you!” Francesca began to regret her decision as soon as she saw the first lady off. She truly didn't enjoy going to such places, nor was she interested in art exhibitions.
I don't even understand art! But from how she dropped by personally and the way she talked, how could I have said no? Well, I'll have to make connections sooner or later anyway. I may as well get this over with.
"Don’t worry, Ms. Felch. I'll take you there personally. You'll be completely safe.” Gordon thought she was concerned about her safety.
“I'm not worried about that. I just don't really feel like going.” The woman glanced at her phone. There was not a single call or text message from Danrique.
Despite feeling unhappy, she decided not to phone him. So what if he doesn't call? It's not like I care. Hmph!
Yet, Francesca would spend the night waking up several times just to reach for her phone underneath her pillow and check for any notification from Danrique.
Sadly, there was still nothing. Although she felt incredibly dejected, the woman was so tired from her day's work that she continued sleeping.
She wasn't feeling the best when she woke up the next morning, but she forced herself out of bed anyway. Then, she washed up, had some breakfast, and visited William again.
William did his best to cooperate, putting up with all the pain and consuming his medication regardless of how bitter it was.
Francesca sincerely wanted to treat him, given all his effort.
The one thing that seemed off was that he now spoke to her less and appeared to be deliberately maintaining a distance from her. He also no longer called her name as affectionately as he used to. Maybe it's because he's feeling guilty over what happened in the past, or that he’s changed after going through so much.
Monica, on the other hand, was thrilled to see Francesca every time. The former always looked forward to learning more about medicine and understanding William's illness. She would even report his condition to her meticulously.
Hearing that William was recovering well made Monica the happiest person in the world. Moreover, Francesca noticed that the two seemed to be growing closer by the day. Monica was no longer afraid to remove his clothes, wipe his body, or treat his wounds—even in his most intimate areas—although she would still blush.
Still, Francesca believed this was a good thing. William's always been alone, so it's nice to see someone by his side. Besides, Monica likes him so much.
After tending to William, she prescribed more medication for Monica, who had been so busy caring for William that her own injuries were healing at a much slower rate.
Francesca gave her a different kind of medicine.
It was past four by the time she returned to Danrique Castle.
Norah immediately assisted her with her shower before leading her to the make-up artist, who had been waiting to style her.
When Francesca was ready, she hopped into the car to meet up with the first lady.
Having busied herself all day, she dozed off inside the vehicle.
Even so, she would wake up and check her phone every now and then just to see if Danrique had contacted her.
Again, he never did.
She was furious.
The first lady welcomed her in front of the restaurant at exactly six o'clock.
The former had booked the entire restaurant for themselves along with a few other female guests. Francesca recognized one of them as Kevin Yarrow's wife. She had also met the other women at the last banquet.
Everyone treated her with the utmost respect and spoke with her ardently.
Yet, Francesca could only maintain a smile; exchanging pleasantries wasn't her forte.
“Francesca is a very quiet girl and doesn't socialize much, so there's no need to stand on ceremony with her,” the first lady chimed in, having noticed the young woman's unease.
“Okay.”
At that, the ladies quieted down in an instant.
Chapter 2208 Hint
After dinner, the ladies departed to the art gallery in a car. The first lady had prepared a limousine and invited Francesca and the other ladies to join her in the vehicle.
After getting into the limousine, the ladies could not contain their urge to gossip about recent events related to the prominent families.
Francesca listened to them in silence. She did not show any reaction until someone mentioned that Hazel had gone to M Nation. Only then did Francesca reveal an astonished expression as she hastily asked, “When did Hazel depart?”
“The night before yesterday.” Kevin's wife immediately shuffled closer to Francesca, as the latter had rarely initiated a conversation with her. “I visited Hazel's residence that night and saw her leaving the house to go to the airport.”
Francesca looked down. Complex emotions churned within her.
Hazel departed the night before yesterday, while Danrique left the subsequent morning. So, Danrique did not go to M Nation alone. He went there with Hazel, which means he’s been hanging out with her for the past few days. Is that why he didn’t answer my calls?
“Francesca, Francesca!” The first lady's voice pulled Francesca back to reality. “Yes?” Francesca regained her senses. “Are you all right? You look pale,” the first lady asked concernedly. “Are you feeling under the weather?”
“No. I'm fine,” Francesca responded with a faint smile. Subsequently, while visiting the art exhibition, Francesca appeared slightly distracted. The first lady suggested sending Francesca home when she sensed her lack of interest.
Francesca seized that opportunity to excuse herself from the art gallery. While the first lady sent Francesca off, she expressed her concern. “Did the other ladies mention anything inappropriate to upset you?”
“No,” Francesca replied. “Since Danrique went to M Nation, and there's no one else at home, you can visit me anytime if you're bored. I can keep you company. If you don't fancy going to the art gallery, we can go hunting or skiing next—"
“Mrs. President,” Francesca interrupted, “I'm actually quite occupied every day. I have two patients to attend to and plenty of medications to pack. Besides, I'm also recuperating from my injuries, so I don't feel bored at all.”
"Oh..." The first lady's facial expression stiffened slightly, and she flashed an awkward smile. “Okay. You should focus on your work, then. At the same time, you must also take care of your health. Feel free to contact me if you need anything.”
“Okay.” Francesca nodded. “Thank you. I shall take my leave now.”
"Goodbye!"
The first lady watched Francesca leave and waited until the car disappeared from her sight before turning around and reentering the art gallery.
On the way back, Francesca could not stop herself from asking Sloan, “With whom did Danrique go to M Nation?”
“Sean,” Sloan answered.
“I'm aware Sean tagged along, but who else is there?” Francesca grew impatient. “Is Hazel there as well?”
"Um..." Sloan fell into a momentary daze. “I don't think so.”
“You don’t think so?” Francesca flew into a fit of rage. “That means I'm right.”
She immediately picked up her phone and dialed Danrique’s number.
However, no one answered the call even after the phone rang for a long while.
Her anger intensified. Francesca: Danrique Lindbergh, if you don’t call back tonight, you don't have to call me anymore in the future!
She attempted to convey her burning rage via the message to him.
She even had the urge to fly to M Nation at once, close her fists around Danrique’s neck, and question him why he hadn't been answering her calls. She wanted him to explain to her the reason behind his unannounced departure and why he kept her in the dark regarding his trip to M Nation with Hazel. She wished to understand his intention.
Sloan uttered weakly, “Ms. Felch, please don't be mad. Mr. Lindberg went to M Nation to handle work-related matters. Even if he's there with Ms. Atkinson, they are merely there on business.”
His speech completely infuriated Francesca. “It seems that this is true. That means Danrique really went there with Hazel?"
“No. I really don't know.” Sloan grew anxious. “Please calm down, Ms. Felch. Mr. Lindberg is genuinely there on a business trip because—"
Just as Sloan was about to speak further, Francesca’s phone rang. She immediately answered the call. "Hello!"
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Chapter 2209 Advice
Danrique’s voice sounded from the phone's speaker. “I just saw your message. What's the matter?” "Did you go to M Nation with Hazel?" Francesca questioned him.
He fell silent for a few moments before answering in a deep voice, “Yes.” Enraged, she snapped at him frantically, “Danrique, first, you left without informing me, then you went to M Nation with Hazel. What is this all about?”
He explained patiently, “I'm here to handle some work-related matters. It doesn't matter who's with me on this business trip.”
“Then why did you hide this from me if it doesn’t matter? If it doesn't matter, why did you leave without telling me?” Francesca grew more agitated as she spoke.
She could not fathom his behavior. He could've told me if he was really there because of work. Why did he feel the need to hide this matter from me?
“I have things to do at the moment. I'l talk to you later.”
Danrique did not provide her with a straightforward answer.
“Danrique, if you dare to hang up on me—"
He hung up the phone before she could finish her sentence.
Francesca almost thought her ears were playing tricks on her. She lowered her phone and stared at the screen blankly. When she regained her senses and realized that he had hung up on her, she nearly exploded with rage.
Sloan stared at her timidly via the rearview mirror. He wanted to comfort her but didn’t know what to say.
Francesca remained utterly depressed when she arrived home. Just as she was about to go upstairs, Monica called out to her, “Ms. Felch!”
“Monica, why are you here? Did something happen to William?”
Monica shook her head. “No, that's not it. His Highness is very well. I came here to give you this.” She took out an exquisite lunchbox and opened it, revealing the angel food cakes inside. “His Highness taught me how to make these. He told me you like to eat these, so I brought some for you."
“Thank you.” Francesca was touched as she looked at the angel food cakes neatly arranged in the lunchbox. “Come upstairs and take a seat.”
"Okay, sure.” Monica followed Francesca upstairs. Norah served them refreshments and swiftly left the room.
Upon returning to the room, Monica updated Francesa on William's condition, telling Francesca that William was doing very well that day and that he even attempted to sit upright. Although he felt uncomfortable after sitting for a short while, he was undoubtedly in better shape than the past few days.
Francesca informed Monica that William's illness needed to be treated slowly, so he required more time to heal. “Ms. Felch, you seem troubled. Is there something bothering you?” Monica gazed at Francesca.
“It's nothing...” Francesca did not want to talk to Monica about her problem with Danrique.
“It seems that Mr. Lindberg isn't home. Did he go on a business trip?” Monica wasted no time in identifying the issue.
"He went to M Nation.” Francesca's temper rose at that thought. “Are you feeling angry because of that?” Monica asked.
"He didn't even inform me before he left, and he also hid the fact that he went on the business trip with Hazel,” Francesca blurted out the load weighing on her mind.
Monica consoled her, “Maybe he didn't want you to misunderstand him. Actually, most men have this mentality of wanting to avoid unnecessary trouble by choosing to lie rather than speaking the truth if the truth will lead to an argument. But that doesn't mean something is going on between him and Hazel.”
“To be honest, I was never like this.” Francesca felt exasperated. “I've never been so insecure and paranoid. I had always been calm and collected, but I don't know what has happened to me recently because I'm always mad and in a bad mood.”
Monica chirped, “That signifies how much you care about him. These reactions are normal. When you truly love someone, you will behave like this around them. I think you should have faith in Mr. Lindberg. Look, Mr. Lindberg has never attempted to cover up your relationship with him.
He even carried you in his arms when getting off the plane, allowing everyone to witness the scene, including Hazel. Why would he do something like that if he's going out with her? Any career man will not be able to tolerate others gaining control over them. If he was really in a relationship with Hazel, he wouldn't even bother hiding the fact.
He knows nothing is going on between Hazel and him, so he chooses to keep you in the dark, probably because he’s afraid you will get mad and throw a fit. That's why he decided not to tell you anything.”
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Chapter 2210 Reconcile
Francesca fell into deep thought after listening to Monica. She's right. Despite all the shortcomings he may have, Danrique has one good quality. He's uninterested in playing tricks and doesn’t bother himself with covering up his actions. If he's really interested in Hazel, he could've been frank with me and gotten together with her. There isn't a need for him to go through these troubles.
“There's one other thing I wish to know.” Monica glanced outside before asking in an undertone, "Who told you Mr. Lindberg went to M Nation with Hazel?"
Momentarily dazed, Francesca replied, “Kevin's wife mentioned this in a casual conversation.” “You've never been someone who enjoys socializing with others, so how did you meet with Mrs. Yarrow?" Monica was baffled. “I think I saw a car stopped by here last night. Who came looking for you?”
“It was the first lady. She invited me to an art exhibition, then...” Francesca recounted the trip to the art gallery earlier in the day to Monica.
Monica's expression turned solemn. “I'm not sure why, but I cannot shake off the feeling that something isn't right...”
“What's wrong?" Francesca asked.
“I don't really know how to describe this feeling.” Monica could not connect the dots in her mind at that instant. “Let me consult His Highness when I get back later.”
“There's no need to bother him with this girly stuff.” Francesca did not overthink the situation. “But I think what you've just said makes a lot of sense. Perhaps I'm being too paranoid. I should trust Danrique and keep my temper in check.”
“That's right. You two should treasure your relationship after everything you've been through to finally be together. Have faith in one another. Don't nitpick on the small details and allow others to drive a wedge between you two,” Monica said earnestly.
"Drive a wedge between us?” Francesca was stunned upon hearing that. “Do you mean Kevin's wife deliberately disclosed this information to sow discord between Danrique and me?”
“I can't be sure about that, but there may be a possibility of something fishy going on. You're too innocent and kind, so you need to be careful not to get set up by others.”
“I understand. Thank you.”
Francesca suddenly felt as if her mind was finally working properly again.
“I should go back now. Rest early.” Monica got up to leave.
“I'll be there tomorrow morning.” Francesca escorted Monica to the door. “Remember to apply the medication on your leg.”
"Okay."
After taking a shower, Francesca lay on the bed and stared at her phone. She felt a little disappointed as Danrique did not contact her. However, at the thought of Monica's advice, Francesca decided to place her trust in him.
Right then, Danrique called. She hastily picked up the phone. “Hello.”
“Are you feeling better now?” Danrique asked.
For some reason, sorrow filled Francesca’s chest when she heard his question, causing her to sound gentler as she spoke. “No.”
"Hmm?"
Francesca pretended to be furious. “Hurry up and apologize!”
“Fine.” Danrique sighed. “I'm sorry. I shouldn't have left without telling you.”
“And?”
“Actually, I didn't intend to hide this matter from you. I just didn't want you to be mad. Besides, I wanted to settle the work here as soon as possible and return to the country to keep you company.” Francesca’s heart softened instantaneously. Even her voice was laced with a hint of tenderness. “Fine. I shall forgive you this time.”
Danrique started to lecture her, “You're not allowed to throw a tantrum for no reason in the future. Be good, all right?”
Francesca replied obediently, “All right. Come back soon after you're done with your work there. Give me a call whenever you're free and don't disregard me.”
“Okay.” Danrique curled his lips into a bewitching smile. “So who told you I came to M Nation with Hazel?"
“I inadvertently heard one of the ladies mention this in a chat.” Francesca did not wish to invite unnecessary trouble, so she was mindful of her words. “This is not important. I just think you should've informed me of your whereabouts instead of keeping me in the dark.”
“Okay.” Danrique did not probe further. After talking to her for a short while, he hung up the call.