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.

while before leaving so I don’t get nagged at again.” Zachary glanced at Cynthia. “Am

Cynthia gestured. “You can rest

I meant was, to put Grandpa at ease, you can stay here longer… no, I meant, you can stay however

more she tried to explain, the more

on the sofa, quietly savoring the wine while

at the door. He could

Zachary promptly placed his glass down and made his way

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

and was leaning in towards her. She then

even closer… Zachary reached out and turned off

the flickering light from the aroma

was so nervous she was shaking uncontrollably. Even her breathing

went back to the sofa and

slowly opened her eyes and gazed

he

alas, he was only turning

fallen asleep on the sofa. It was either from sheer exhaustion or

he was holding, and

to walk toward Zachary. She then covered him with a blanket and

his handsome face look weary. His brows were knitted even in his sleep, as though he was

him as she carefully reached out to caress his