Danrique dashed forward a moment too late, only managing to grasp at the thin air her arm used to be

moments before. By the time he realized what had happened, Francesca was already soaring out of

the window with her arms outstretched.

Danrique was about to follow suit when he found to her relief that she had landed safely and was busy

rummaging for missing jewelry in the snow.

Although her bedroom was only situated on the second floor, it was still forty feet above the ground.

Inexplicably, it did not even seem like a superhuman feat to her.

Under the increasingly heavy snowfall, Francesca brushed the snowflakes off of her shoulders

impatiently. Despite being clad in only a thin gauze skirt, the cold did not seem important enough to

pause her search.

Even more suspiciously, the sprightly movements with which she plodded atop the snow barefooted

were most unlike that of a frail woman in convalescence.

Danrique squinted his eyes and looked at her, his eyes flickering with a spark of recognition. What a

familiar looking back.

“Oh, Ms. Cece!” Norah appeared anxiously with a coat at the ready. “Aren't you a little underdressed?

What are you looking for out here by yourself? Come in, you're going to catch a cold.”

“I'm looking for the jewels your idiotic master has thrown out of the window,” Francesca blurted aloud in

her anxiety. “I couldn't find them anywhere.”

Her voice rang clearly up the castle walls and reached Danrique's ears who frowned at the unflattering

title.

“Come in quickly, please. I'll have someone look for it for you. We will find every single gemstone there

is.”

Norah draped the coat over Francesca's shoulders. “It's freezing today. We must warm you up and

ensure that you'll be fit enough to attend the banquet with Mr. Lindberg tonight.”

“What banquet? I'm not going anywhere!” Francesca retorted, her mind occupied with nothing else but

the lost jewelry.

The glint of a topaz caught

Francesca’s eye. She pounced and extracted a beautiful topaz necklace from a mound of snow.

Slipping it carefully into her pocket, she resumed her search.

Norah had no choice but to summon several bodyguards to join in the treasure hunt.

With the additional pairs of hands, most of the lost gems were recovered swiftly.

After the men swore that there was none left to be found, Francesca counted her loot and found seven

pieces. However, the total number of items that had been flung out of the

window by Danrique remained unknown to her as they had been contained in two large boxes.

Cradling the jewelry as if they were fragile, she dashed back upstairs for another tally.

After ordering the bodyguards to resume their search in the snow, Norah escorted Francesca back to

the castle.

Two maids immediately came over with more coats and blankets to drape over her cold body.

Francesca was about to head up the stairs when Danrique descended gracefully. “Why did you throw

them out, you lunatic?” she asked angrily.

“I told you that you're free to throw it out if you don't like them.”

Danrique could not be indifferent, as if it was not something worth mentioning.

“It was through my efforts to have recovered them,” Francesca said quickly as she clutched the jewelry

against her chest, for fear of being robbed by him again. “They're mine now.”

Danrique nodded. “Sure.’

“I won't! I did it earli-”

Danrique might have noticed something amiss.

“Please, Ms. Cece,” bleated Norah earnestly. Change out of these wet clothes and go have breakfast

with Mr. Lindberg. Leave the ruby ring to me.” Co?tent of Dr?manovеls.com

“I think Mr. Lindberg seems a little angry,” she added with a wink. “You should coax him.”

Francesca was speechless with indignation. “On what grounds? He threw the things, didn’t he?”

“Forget it, Norah,” Francesca cut across flatly. “I'm going back out for the ring.

Francesca stowed the jewelry away safely, put on her boots and coat, and went back out to the cold for

the remainder.

Finders, keepers.