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…

date is confirmed,” Zachary stated courteously before walking

past Michael’s shoulder and left

himself and imagined meeting her again more times than he could count, when both of them brushed past each other at that moment, his heart still wrenched painfully in

gaze and stood rooted to the spot, waiting for the

Michael released a pained sigh. Perhaps we’re destined to miss out on

felt slightly guilty toward Michael, but she stopped herself from looking back. She knew that a blunt rejection was better than

to chat for awhile, seeing as he’s your old

still there. Why don’t we go back

pinching her cheek with a slightly annoyed look on his face. “I’ve been spoiling you too much and you’re getting bolder

him a chaste kiss and explained, “Michael and I never had anything going on between us. If anything, I’m the one who owes him. I never should’ve

in the

before, but of course,

and changed the subject. “Looks like the

not approve of Hector and Helena’s marriage, the wedding vibes still

playing in the banquet hall, signifying that the wedding ceremony was about

entrance, decorously ushering them to sit at the main guest table. The other guests would occasionally smile and greet

coolly swept his gaze around the hall, but did not catch a glimpse of the man he