Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Charlotte dozed off as she waited and lay down her head beside Zachary’s bed.

She did not let go of his hand even in her sleep.

The night drew nigh and the outside world fell into silence, as did the ward. Charlotte slipped into slumber on Zachary’s bed, just as how she always did before.

Zachary had a dream that night. He lost his way in the desert and did not know how to get out. He was stranded in a vast and endless piece of grey and blurry sand land without any light.

His whole body ached as if it was about to burst. He felt as if he was on the verge of losing his sense of hearing and vision completely.

He desperately wanted to escape, but his vision kept failing him and he could not hear a thing.

taking a step felt like a formidable task. He felt emptiness under his

in a place of

was lost, helpless, and resentful, but it was then that he

lead him to another bottomless pit, but this hand did not push him

onto his hand tenderly, leading him

was assured and he kept following the leading hand until he finally saw light again, but just as he was

to cling onto

up by the nightmare. He opened his eyes gradually and realized Charlotte was beside him, holding on to his sleeve as if she was afraid

to touch her face. He realized her face was still

cry? Was it

of cold wind blew through the window. He tried to cover her with his blanket, but he was

shudder down Charlotte’s spine and it woke her slightly. She muttered his name and

immediately saw that Zachary was awake and was looking at her. She dismissed

did not reply but looked at

come over

emergency

you doing?” she