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.”

fine.” Cynthia gestured. “You can rest as long

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 long you

she tried to explain, the

the sofa, quietly savoring the wine

at the door. He could sense someone outside,

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

after that, Zachary was already beside her and was

Zachary reached out and turned off the light switch behind

the flickering light from the aroma lamp. The

she was shaking uncontrollably.

touch her. He went back to the sofa and continued

eyes

thought he was

was only turning off the

sofa. It was either from sheer exhaustion or

glass he was holding, and the wine immediately stained the

of bed to walk toward Zachary. She then covered him with a blanket and joined him on the

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

as she carefully reached out to caress his