Chapter 2144

Chapter 2144Chapter 2144 Sweetness
“Stop!” Francesca inched backward and avoided him. “I’m about to crumble.” “Fine. I’ll let it off easily
this time.” Danrique carried her down from the rack and patted her butt. “Go clean yourself up. I’ll wait
for you.”
“Okay!” Francesca ran into the bathroom. Danrique watched her from the back. The corners of his lips
quirked up at how cute Francesca was.
He loved their lives right now. They were spending time together, fooling around with each other
happily. Though there would be heated arguments at times, most of the time was filled with pure
happiness and sweetness.
I wish we could continue living blissfully and harmoniously every day forever, but…
Strangely, Danrique felt a sense of uneasiness. Meanwhile, Francesca was brushing her teeth while
her phone vibrated. She checked on it and hurriedly picked up the call when she realized it was a call
from Anthony. “Hello?”
“Francesca, where are you?”
“Xendale, why?”
“With Danrique?”
“That’s right.”
“Good.” Anthony heaved a sigh of relief.
“What happened?” Francesca asked.“It’s about Ms. Layla and Mr. Lincoln. They would secretly get in touch with me every three days, but
they stopped calling about a week ago this time. I’m worried.”
“Why didn’t you tell me they would get in touch with you!” Francesca was furious. “When was the last
time you talked to them?”
“Before you flew to Danontand,” Anthony replied, “They were still in H City back then, but I don’t know
where they are now after they cut off their communication with me.”
“Give me their contact. I’ll try.”
novelbin“Will that affect you in any way?” Anthony hesitated. “Ms. Layla told me not to tell you…”
“Hurry up!” Francesca yelled.
“Fine.” Anthony hurriedly sent the information to Francesca because he dared not anger her.
Upon receiving the information, Francesca instantly tried to get in touch with Ms. Layla, only to find that
the call wouldn’t go through and the satellite couldn’t pinpoint their location.
Just as Francesca was panicking, Danrique, who was done changing his clothes, approached her.
“What’s the matter?”
“We lost contact with Ms. Layla and Mr. Lincoln. I’m worried about them,” Francesca then told Danrique
what she had learned from Anthony.
“Don’t worry. I’ll get someone to look into it.” Danrique immediately sent the information about the two
to Sean using Francesca’s phone.
“They are the ones who kept me safe throughout the years, but there’s nothing I could do when their
enemies are hunting them down.” Guilt was eating her alive. “They’re fine, right?”“They should be.” Danrique was calm. “Let’s have breakfast. Maybe there will be news about them
after breakfast.”
“Okay.” Knowing that Danrique’s men were capable and efficient, Francesca acknowledged that she
should give them some time. Besides, there was no point pushing them too hard.
The two then went downstairs to have their breakfast, and Francesca asked Mylo about Monica’s
condition.
Mylo quickly updated Francesca. It turned out that Monica was shot in her leg, but the bullet missed the
vital spots. A bullet also grazed her on her arm in the meantime, but the injuries were all taken care of
by the doctors.
Hearing that, Francesca was much more relaxed. She also told Danrique that she wanted to visit
Monica after breakfast.
“Didn’t Mylo tell you she’s fine? The doctors will take care of her, so there’s nothing to be worried
about.”
“But she’s injured because of me, so it’s my responsibility to see to it that she’s doing well. Besides,
she also escorted me back to Xendale.”
“You’re always worried about something, aren’t you?” Danrique was left voiceless. “Fine. Do whatever
you want.”
Francesca rolled her eyes at him. After making up her mind to visit Monica, she reminded, “Remember
to call me if you have any news.”
“Got it.” Danrique reached out a hand to her.Francesca stuttered for a second before walking up to him. She gave him a warm hug and kissed him
on his forehead before leaving.
She had never felt that before, but now, she realized Danrique was just like a little boy who needed her
attention.