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.

he could do was keep going forward, but even taking a step felt like a formidable task. He felt emptiness under his feet

in a place of no

but it was then that he felt a hand reaching out to

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

leading him to the light

light again, but just as he was about to reach the other side, a violent wind ravaged

to cling onto

the nightmare. He opened his eyes gradually and realized Charlotte was beside him, holding on

he reached his hand to touch her face. He realized her face was still

Was it because

He tried to cover her with his blanket, but he was

Charlotte’s spine and it woke her slightly. She muttered his name and grabbed his hand instinctively, but she accidentally rubbed against the

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

not reply but looked at

to come

wanted to get up to press the emergency button, but Zachary put his hand

she asked, “Let me