At Chapter 1930 of Her Mysterious Mogul Hubby novel , Charlotte continues to navigate the complexities of her life as a Luna guiding a pack of wolves. The twists of fate have not ceased, and as she grapples with her past, present, and the mysterious mogul, readers are in for a treat. In Chapter 1930 , Michelle skillfully builds suspense, leaving us on the edge of our seats, eager to discover what destiny has in store for our resilient protagonist. Read Her Mysterious Mogul Hubby novel Chapter 1930 at NovelFreePDF.com.
“I already said that I don't...”
“All right. Facts are facts. It's useless even if you refuse to admit it.” Without giving Francesca a chance to speak, Danrique concluded, “I won't touch you tonight. Just sleep.”
Francesca was speechless. He's so narcissistic!
Danrique stood up again and moved closer.
“What do you want to do now?” Francesca immediately became nervous.
Without saying anything, Danrique tucked her in and flicked away the hair on her forehead. Then, he sat on the sofa and gazed at her gently, propping his chin with his hand. “Sleep!”
“Aren't you leaving?” For some reason, Francesca felt nervous.
“I'll keep you company here.” Danrique leaned against the sofa lazily and placed his feet on the hospital bed. Patting her shoulder with a foot, he repeated, “Sleep!”
“What are you doing?”
Francesca turned her head and stared at his foot in shock.
Although his foot isn't smelly and in fact, looks quite nice, why is he patting my shoulder with it?
“I’m coaxing you to sleep,” replied Danrique matter-of-factly. “If I pat you, you'll fall asleep quickly.”
“With your foot?” Francesca stared at him in astonishment.
Without replying to her, Danrique closed his eyes and rested.
Francesca did not know what to say. This man is so odd! Everything he does is different from a normal
person.
However, she could not be bothered to argue anymore. She was exhausted and wanted to rest.
Her stomach suddenly grumbled. Stroking her stomach gently, she thought about Norah's oatmeal and glanced at the clock on the wall. There were still eight more hours to go before Norah would come.
Francesca sighed quietly. Turning around and looking at Danrique, who was falling asleep, she felt conflicted.
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