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.

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

can rest as long as

they locked eyes, Cynthia blushed and immediately tried to clarify. “What I meant was, to put Grandpa at ease, you can stay here longer… no, I meant, you can stay however

explain, the more flustered she

sofa, quietly savoring the wine while enjoying

at the door.

promptly placed his glass down and made his

very nervous as she gripped her blanket tightly. As a matter of fact, her nerves were so bad she didn’t

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

felt him getting even closer… Zachary reached out

room was now mostly dark except for the flickering light from the

nervous she was shaking uncontrollably. Even her breathing had become

Zachary still didn’t touch her. He went back to the sofa and

slowly opened her eyes and

thought he was going

only turning off the

on the sofa. It was either from sheer exhaustion or the effect of the

wine glass he was holding, and the wine immediately

then covered him with a blanket and joined him on the

weary. His brows were knitted even

as she carefully reached out to caress his