Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“You can drink more tonight.”

Zachary loved to look at her when she was tipsy. Charlotte looked exceptionally charming with her rosy cheeks and sparkling, watery eyes.

“I can’t.” Charlotte touched her burning face. “I have really poor alcohol tolerance and I tend to behave differently when I’m drunk. I get drunk quite quickly and will act funny and mutter non-stop…”

“Yeah, I’ve seen that before!”

Zachary recalled her being drunk previously. She was passionate and proactive, and he could not resist her as she clung to him like a burning flame.His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat; there was growing desire in his deep and impenetrable eyes…

“What are you staring at…” Charlotte felt a bit awkward.

At the same time, the manager served them a sumptuous dinner.

Charlotte asked, “Did you prepare a cake?”

“No, I’ll get it prepared now.” The manager was very responsive.

“No need for that.” Zachary raised his hand and said, “Just leave us.”

“Sure.” The manager left hurriedly, leaving only the two of them to enjoy their meals quietly in the spacious restaurant.

the aroma of wine and appetizing food. Romance was in

let them serve you cake? How sad to not have a

don’t need that.” Zachary poured himself

I didn’t prepare any present.” Charlotte started

“You’re the best present!”

burning affection in his eyes. He poured another half a

Charlotte’s face started to

if you’re drunk. You can count

The food on the dining table

sensed that there was something not

rest of the wine in his glass again and replied slowly, “Today…is also my mother’s death

startled.

he stopped her from wishing him “happy birthday”. That explains the lack of a birthday cake,

birthday.” Zachary continued to pour

“I’m sorry…”

not as mighty as he may appear to be. He also had his own vulnerability and could

unpredictable, emotional, or easily affected by mood swings. She was just not aware that

and dared not say too much. She was worried that inappropriate words would come out of her