Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“How long have you known Charlotte?” asked Sherlyn.

“About two years,” Louis answered despondently. “Mom, can you take care of the kids for two days? I want to bring Charlotte to the beach—”

“Don’t you understand?” The older woman furrowed her brows. “You’ve known her for two years, and you practically clung to her no matter where she goes. Charlotte has spent a lot of time with you in private. If she has feelings for you, you won’t be panicking right now.”

“Charlotte likes me, but…” Louis tried to explain, but his voice quickly trailed off. Even he could not convince himself.

saw him strictly as a friend and did not have romantic

head in dejection. “I don’t know what else

you’re too honest.” Sherlyn gave him an indulgent look. “Think about it. How did Zachary

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ended up together by chance back then. Charlotte got

crucial point. “They didn’t even know each other at first but had sex, then she got pregnant and gave birth to the kids. Charlotte believed that she belonged to Zachary. In fact, most women would think the same. Once a man made his mark on her, she’d submit to

other, we’ll have sex naturally.

“Forget it. You don’t even understand what I’m saying. What a waste

an immoral act!” he insisted. “Just take care of the children for us. Charlotte loves the sea, so we’ll spend some time there while I try to win her

of the kids,” Sherlyn agreed, too unbothered to educate her stubborn son further. “I’ve summoned the