Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

As Charlotte was leaving Zachary’s room for lunch, she ran into Cynthia, who was holding a first aid kit in her hands.

The unexpected coincidence made Cynthia fret. Frantically, she stepped aside to make way for Charlotte.

The latter took a quick glance at her, then walked past her.

Cynthia was so anxious that she waited until Charlotte had gone downstairs before she lifted her head to look at her.

An indescribable feeling of hatred and jealousy crept up on her as she gazed at Charlotte’s back.

dining table. Waving at her, she exclaimed, “I have prepared all of these just for you. There are hot cross bunnies as well as mac

was delighted to see her favorite food and

Her gaze was warm and friendly. “I remember every single dish that you love and the tea that you like. I also remember that you enjoy sitting by the wall. Come over here,

Rawlston.” Charlotte was

coward. Now that I realize how well these senior housekeepers have been treating me, it suddenly dawns on

couldn’t wait any longer, so they have both eaten. I guess they are probably asleep by now.

right,” Charlotte

about to dig in, Mrs. Rawlston asked carefully, “Ms. Windt…” She faltered before

that familiar name. The silver spoon fell off

Mrs. Rawlston asked after noticing Charlotte’s odd expression, “Did I say something wrong? Please don’t mind me asking about Mrs. Berry. We became really good friends during her stay here. I’ve been missing her so much these two years. So, I just

passed on,” lowering

a while. Upon recovering her senses, she queried further, “What happened? She

Charlotte interrupted her. In a quavering

her heart sank. “What about you, Ms. Windt? How did you get through the two years on

Rawlston struggled to imagine what Charlotte had gone through over