Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“Michael!” Charlotte was momentarily taken aback, but quickly broke into a smile. “It’s been awhile.”

“Indeed, it has.” Michael’s gaze never once left Charlotte. “How are you?”

“Good, good.” Sensing the storm brewing in Zachary, Charlotte held his arm in the nick of them and smiled. “We’re getting married soon. We hope you can make it!”

“I see. Sure.”

Michael’s gaze fell on her hand which was curled around Zachary’s arm. He resembled a falling star, gradually dimming before winking out completely. How he wished that Charlotte would one day hold his arm like that.

For many years, he had hoped for his wish to come true, but all to no avail. It seems like it’d be close to impossible for that to happen now…

is confirmed,” Zachary stated courteously before walking

brushed past Michael’s shoulder

count, when both of them brushed past each other at that moment, his heart

to the spot, waiting for the footsteps behind him to

we’re destined to miss out on each other

slightly guilty toward Michael, but she stopped herself from looking back. She knew that a blunt rejection was better than stringing him along by giving

didn’t you stay to chat for awhile, seeing as he’s your old

probably still there. Why don’t we go back and look

dare!” Zachary immediately grabbed her and confined her in his arms, pinching her cheek with a slightly annoyed look on his face. “I’ve been spoiling you too much and

acting all sarcastic about it.” Charlotte gave him a chaste kiss and explained, “Michael and I never had anything going on between us. If anything, I’m the one who owes

in the

that he was a tad too reckless before, but of course, he would never admit that aloud. After all, men were prideful

at him and changed the subject. “Looks

Helena’s marriage, the wedding vibes still got to her,

the banquet hall, signifying that the

and Steven welcomed Zachary and Charlotte by the entrance, decorously ushering them to sit at the main guest table.

but did not catch a glimpse of