Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

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!”

smooth flick, Zachary switched off the dryer. He ruffled her soft hair as if

and kept a distance from him. “You don’t have to send me home.

was no resistance in his tone this time. He reminded coldly, “Once

transferred the money back to

stared at her quietly. After a brief

have to delete that

already deleted earlier this morning, didn’t you see that?” His frown

“That’s fine then. Goodbye.”

that, she turned and scurried

as he watched her back disappear into the distance. His face paled with anger, his fists clenched tight. This time, he would teach this woman a lesson… He would surely make her

exited the lift and hailed a taxi as soon

the Aston Martin not far away through the car

madness they went through the night before, and on his gentle and caring demeanor today.

everything was gone with the wind in the blink

like a dream, as if nothing had actually happened

the taxi arrived in front of her house before she

kids had left for

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

and drank too much, so I crashed at her place,” Charlotte excused sluggishly. “I’m

make something to eat after

“Okay.”

her room. Just as she attempted to make an online transfer to the gigolo, her fingers froze atop her phone screen. A sudden realization dawned