Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

That night, Charlotte slept soundly. When she woke the next day, her head felt heavy as if someone had filled it with lead.

Turning around, she glanced at the bed. Louis was gone.

She stiffened for a second before jumping to her feet. “Louis? Louis!”

“I’m here,” came Louis’ voice from the bathroom.

When Charlotte turned around, she found him walking out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist as he dried his hair.

It seemed like he was much livelier than the night before. His fever had broken, and there was a healthy blush on his face. Even a sweet smile was on his lips as he enthusiastically greeted, “Good morning, Charlotte!”

on your clothes.” Charlotte frowned and

even hugged her from behind. He kissed the tip of her

you doing?” Charlotte half-shrieked as she pushed him

action. “You were so passionate last

night?” Charlotte froze. Then, her eyes flicked to the messy bed before realization struck

are you asking about her?”

want to get her to come in and clean up the

her an apologetic smile. “We do have to tidy up this place. Not to

you see her when you woke up this morning?” Charlotte asked, not planning to reveal anything right away. “I’ve asked her to stay by your bed

his face. “No wonder she was blushing so hard this morning when I saw

the end of his sentence, Louis’ voice weakened. “I’m sorry, Charlotte. I was too out of it from the fever last night, so I

this morning?” Charlotte asked instead, ignoring

at the desk. “When I woke up, she was sleeping sprawled on the table. Once she realized I was awake, she hurried over, but

Charlotte said nothing else for a second. “I’ll go back to my room to change. You should

Charlotte took her bag