Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Is he going to mad again if I’m late?

qWith worry gnawing at her, Charlotte urged the taxi driver to go faster.

Finally, the taxi pulled up in front of the building in Happy Avenue at nine fifty-eight. However, Zachary’s car was nowhere in sight.

Charlotte thought perhaps he would only arrive at ten sharp since every second counted for a businessman like him.

Hence, she waited by the roadside for two minutes, but there was still no sight of him.Maybe he’s caught in traffic?

Or something important cropped up?

Charlotte waited for a few more minutes, but when he still did not come, her head drooped with disappointment.

She speculated that he was probably angry because she didn’t answer his call earlier and decided not to come.

Or perhaps he was busy placating Sharon and her father after what happened in the ward.

Whatever. Come or don’t come, it doesn’t matter to me!

In fact, I’d rather he never come again.

Charlotte took in a deep breath and marched into the residential estate, all the while giving herself a mental pep talk. Stop thinking about that b*stard. You’re fine without him, Charlotte. He can do whatever the hell he wants…

door dinged open to show a familiar figure standing

at him, thinking she was

things after thinking about him too

her eyes. What? It

you coming in or not?” Zachary peered at her

are you doing here?” Charlotte

do you think?” Zachary answered her question with a

didn’t see me downstairs?” Charlotte asked anxiously, “Did

Zachary remained silent.

and I waited for you downstairs, but you weren’t there. What’s going on? When

me downstairs?” Zachary cocked

said you’d pick me up

arms, gazing at her intimately. “So, you were also looking forward to seeing me,

“N-No, I wasn’t.”

to seeing him,

chin and nibbled on her

frantically pushed him away.

and pick up where we left off.” Zachary pinched her cheek

Charlotte blanched in

her.