Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“Apologize sincerely, and ask about the injury. That’s basic courtesy,” Henry demanded.

“It’s already so late…” Zachary was about to reject when he saw Henry glower at him. He had no choice but to agree to it.

After that, he turned and walked back toward Cynthia’s bed.

The nurses got the hint and quickly left the room to give some much-needed space to Zachary and Cynthia.

The door was closed behind him, leaving them alone in the room. The combined effect of the dimmed lights, sway of the white curtains, and lavender fragrance gave a very romantic ambiance.

Zachary sat on the sofa, opened a bottle of wine, and started drinking on his own.

As for Cynthia, she lay on the bed and quietly looked at Zachary, her eyes full of warmth and tenderness.

rest here for a while before leaving so I don’t get nagged

gestured. “You can rest as long as you

Cynthia blushed and immediately tried to clarify. “What I meant was, to put Grandpa at

to explain, the more flustered she

the sofa, quietly savoring the wine while enjoying the

of a sudden, he glanced at the door.

his glass down and made his

As a matter of fact, her nerves

already beside her and was leaning in towards her. She then instinctively closed

him getting even closer… Zachary reached out and

now mostly dark except for the flickering light from the aroma lamp. The darkness gave the room an even more

was shaking uncontrollably. Even her breathing had

touch her. He went back to the

eyes and gazed

he was

only turning off

while, Zachary had fallen asleep on the sofa. It was either from sheer exhaustion or the effect of the

the wine glass he was holding, and the wine immediately

glance outside before getting out of bed to walk toward Zachary. She then covered him with a blanket and joined him on

were knitted even in his sleep, as

ached for him as she carefully