Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort chapter 1387

Zachary continued to be in and out of sleep for the rest of the day. Whenever he woke up, he’d only ask for the time and the well-being of his children and Charlotte before going back to sleep again.

Because of that, he hadn’t eaten anything except for the sips of water when he took his medicine.

It was past nine at night when Zachary roused from his sleep and once again asked if Charlotte had returned.

Ben remained calm and collected as he replied, “Lupine informed me that they’d be staying at Mount Phoenix for a couple more days. Ms. Lindberg was very worried about your injuries and even asked me how you were doing. I assured her that you’re all right and recovering well—”

“No. Don’t tell her about my condition,” Zachary firmly instructed.

“Okay, okay, I got it.”

Fortunately, Ben knew the right words to say so it wouldn’t arouse Zachary’s suspicions. It also helped that Zachary was too out of sorts to detect Ben’s lies.

or Charlotte will suspect something…” Zachary mumbled, his eyes getting heavier by the second. “Remember to

and go to sleep,” Ben said as he

more than twenty hours,

gradually improving, thus proving that Dr.

wink in two nights. Although everyone begged him to take a nap, he just couldn’t lay his worries

every two hours to ask about Charlotte and Lupine’s whereabouts. Unfortunately, the search for them

Ben decided to deploy

please be all

Zachary finally woke from his deep slumber. Not only did he

happy to

a good night’s sleep. When she heard that he was craving her food, she shed

sat up in bed with Ben’s help and stretched his limbs. “Wow. How long have I been sleeping? My body feels like

two days,” Ben replied with a chuckle. “But everything’s fine now. You

feel full of energy too,” Zachary muttered as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. “Fill the tub for me. I’m going to take a nice, long bath before I knock everyone out

“Hahaha, will do!”

the bathroom, Zachary retrieved his phone from under the pillow. Alas, all he saw were concerned text messages from Nancy. With nary a call or

always been like that. I shouldn’t

only to find out that