Her Mysterious Mogul Hubby novel Chapter 2100

That night, Francesca lay on the bed, repeatedly tossing and turning in her bed, unable to fall asleep.

She could not fathom Danrique's sudden request to break up with her.

He had always accepted and tolerated me whenever I did as I pleased in the past, so why can't he put up with me now? Is he falling for someone else, or did he misunderstand my relationship with William?

Francesca's thoughts were a tangled mess. She wanted to clarify that matter with Danrique, but her calls would not connect. In the end, she tried sending him a message: Bastard, you better explain further. What did I do wrong? Why are you breaking up with me?"

However, after typing that message, she changed her mind. Thus, she immediately deleted and amended the last part of the text: Fine. If a breakup is what you want, then so be it. I hope you 'll be happy!

She sent the message afterward but regretted it instantaneously.

Francesca hurriedly tapped on her screen to recall the message, but that function was unavailable for short message service.

She covered her forehead in frustration, despising herself for putting on a tough front.

However, it was too late for her to take back her words or say anything to justify her statement now.

Discomfort churned within Francesca's chest as she was at a complete loss. If Layla had been there, Francesca could have discussed that matter with her, but now, there was no one around to talk to her.

Francesca was losing her composure in the face of a problem she was utterly inexperienced in handling.

At that moment, her phone rang. Assuming that it was Danrique calling, Francesca hurriedly picked up the call. “Hello!”

“Ms. Felch, it's me, Monica.”

“Oh. It's you.” Francesca was slightly disappointed.

“I heard you're in Danontand. Coincidentally, I'm in the country too. Please let me know if you need my assistance.”

“Okay. Thank you,” Francesca replied halfheartedly.

“What happened to you? Why do you sound a little upset? Am I interrupting you?” Monica asked concernedly.

“No...” Francesca yearned to express her feelings and doubts at that moment, so she could not help but ask, “Monica, I have a question for you.”