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…

said with a sigh. “Even I can see it. He’s hot-tempered and stubborn, but he’s a simple

him if he leaves my family alone and helps me find

said as she picked up some bandages from the cart she pushed in. “Please lie down, Ms. Windt. I need to change your bandages. Your family needs you,

said, clambering onto the

her bandages, and the

Mrs. Berry a call, but she could not find

was to fuss over her the moment the call went through, and she only calmed down when

that Mrs. Berry was staying in a ward just upstairs, she heaved a huge sigh of relief. Looks like Zachary kept his promise

Berry,” she said. “You need to rest and

need to be careful of

kept Mrs. Berry and the kids out of the drama with Zachary, but her knowledge of

Zachary as an enemy—for help and