Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“Mr. Nacht is just brutal with words,” Raina said, sighing. “He could have just told you that he’s going to find your kids…”

“Really?” Charlotte said, still not entirely convinced. “Is he really that nice?”

“He found you lying unconscious on your apartment floor last night, and he rushed you to the hospital immediately. He stayed by your side the whole night when you were asleep. Don’t you remember all that?” Raina asked, a little annoyed at how dense Charlotte could be.

Charlotte glanced at the sofa—Zachary’s blazer, the Nacht family’s exclusive wine glasses, and the unfinished pastries and fruits sitting on the table. She recalled how he had held her hand and spoke to her in a soothing voice when she woke up screaming and crying for her kids.

She recalled how he had hesitated instead of outright rejecting her when she begged him to help her find her kids, and how he had only lost his temper when Michael appeared out of nowhere.

Maybe, just maybe…

it. He’s hot-tempered and stubborn, but he’s a simple man with a

eternally indebted to him if he

up some bandages from the cart she pushed in. “Please lie down, Ms.

Charlotte said, clambering onto the bed

bandages, and the paramedics came

to give Mrs. Berry a call, but she could not find it no matter where she

first thing Mrs. Berry did was to fuss over her the moment the call went through, and she only calmed down

upstairs, she heaved a huge sigh of relief.

Mrs. Berry,” she

be careful of that

She had always kept Mrs. Berry and the kids out of the drama with

kids were missing, Mrs. Berry called Michael—who saw Zachary as an enemy—for