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!”

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

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 you step out of here on your own,

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

her quietly. After

you have to delete that

morning, didn’t you see

“That’s fine then. Goodbye.”

that, she turned and

stood as he watched her back disappear into the distance. His face paled with anger, his fists clenched tight. This time, he would teach this

lift and hailed a taxi as

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

the madness they went through the night before, and on his gentle and caring demeanor today. And how they’ve cut ties with each other just

with the wind in the blink of

a dream, as if nothing had

in her thoughts, the taxi arrived in front

kids had

have you been last night, Miss? I’ve tried calling you

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

I’ll make something to eat

“Okay.”

as she attempted to make an online transfer to the gigolo, her fingers froze atop her phone screen. A sudden realization dawned on her – she didn’t even know his