Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Silence fell between them. Charlotte was shocked for a short while, and she kept her silence. Zachary didn’t say anything either as he kept driving.

It didn’t take long for them to reach the base of Rokan Hill. Zachary stopped the car by the roadside, retracted the roof before reclining the seat, and looked up at the sky.

Charlotte glanced at the time and leaned back to look up at the stars in silence. They didn’t say anything for the longest time. Just like the night breeze that was blowing through her hair, messing it up, her emotions were also all over the place.

“Do you trust me?” Zachary suddenly asked.

“If we go by terms of feeling and instinct, yes,” she answered honestly. “But rationally speaking, I have a lot of reasons to suspect you.”

compass.” He looked at her. “You should trust your

said it was too painful for me to endure, so I forgot about them as a defense mechanism.” She looked at him. “I’ve forgotten about a lot of things, but not you. You feel warm to me.

didn’t know how

had.” She was still calm. “Perhaps I’ll forgive

won’t—” Zachary stopped before he

him, feeling conflicted. Just then, they heard the roar of the Rolls-Royce, signaling

might be absent for a while.” She smiled, trying to make herself look warmer. “Take the car, and spend the money. I

when you return?” Zachary stared at her, his

back of her head and leaned in for a kiss. Charlotte wanted to push him away, but her body always

etch himself in her memory, even though they would only be separated for

go of her, albeit reluctantly. He held her cheek with one hand and brushed his thumb against her lips. “You’re my woman. Always had been and always will be. Don’t