Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Chapter 122

Just as the thought flashed across her mind, Charlotte brushed it off immediately.

No, Charlotte Windt! You shouldn’t soften up!

Once a gigolo, always a gigolo!

It would be impossible for him to clear the stains on his name as someone who had been doing such a dirty job for years.

Even if she herself were to ignore his past, what about the kids?

If they were to become a family, what if they bump into a client who recognized him while on the streets? How would the kids feel?

Her children would become a laughing stock because of their biological father’s identity. They would never be able to face society with their heads held high.

The more she thought about these, the more her fears tugged at her heart. She reminded herself again and again to never let her guard down, no matter how gentle this gigolo seemed to be…

Never!

“It’s done!”

He ruffled

distance from him. “You don’t have

about this?” There was no resistance in his tone this time. He reminded coldly, “Once you step out of

she replied instantly. “Once I transferred the money back to you, we’ll cut ties. Let’s

frowned as he stared at her quietly. After a

you have to

didn’t you see that?” His frown deepened

“That’s fine then. Goodbye.”

turned

face paled with anger, his fists clenched tight. This time, he would teach this woman a lesson… He would surely make

as soon as she stepped out

glanced back at the Aston Martin not far away through the car window. Her heart throbbed with a sudden

madness they went through the night before, and on his gentle and

the wind in the blink of an

if nothing

the taxi arrived in front of her house before

was afternoon. The kids had left

to her. “Goodness me… Where have you been last night, Miss? I’ve tried

a colleague and drank too much, so I crashed at her

to eat after you’re

“Okay.”

transfer to the gigolo, her fingers froze atop her phone

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