Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort chapter 64

Zachary did not know what to say.

“Oh no…what do I do now?” Charlotte said, panicking. “Would he barge in in the middle of the night?”

“Who knows?” Zachary said with a chuckle.

“Hey! Can’t you come and help me?” Charlotte pleaded. “You’re the only person who can help me now…”

“You sound like your boss is going to devour you or something…” Zachary said. “Shouldn’t you be grateful for his attention?”

“Hey! Don’t forget who your boss is!” Charlotte growled.

“Enough. Rest well.”

Zachary hung up and smirked as he thought about the idiot lying next door.

It won’t hurt to prank her for once!

He stood up from the bathtub and walked out barefoot, wrapping a bathrobe around his body on the way.

thoughts

cast a long, invasive shadow on the bed, and his hair was still dripping wet. The white robe on

at him in confusion and swallowed. “W-Why didn’t

Zachary answered as he approached her,

continued to avoid his gaze. “W-What do

walked over to her bedside and leaned over to look at

doing?” Charlotte whispered, shivering in

Zachary stared into her eyes intently and pressed his body against

that

but her wounds made

I’m really in danger.

handsome, smirking face inched closer to her. “Are

pleaded, her voice shaking. “You may be the boss,

lips were just

eyes widened and every muscle in

me, I

against her cheeks and her earlobe as his hands

closed her eyes and waited for the inevitable with bated

any further, Zachary simply grinned and took a book from the bedside table