Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

Chapter 122

Just as the thought flashed across her mind, Charlotte brushed it off immediately.

No, Charlotte Windt! You shouldn’t soften up!

Once a gigolo, always a gigolo!

It would be impossible for him to clear the stains on his name as someone who had been doing such a dirty job for years.

Even if she herself were to ignore his past, what about the kids?

If they were to become a family, what if they bump into a client who recognized him while on the streets? How would the kids feel?

Her children would become a laughing stock because of their biological father’s identity. They would never be able to face society with their heads held high.

The more she thought about these, the more her fears tugged at her heart. She reminded herself again and again to never let her guard down, no matter how gentle this gigolo seemed to be...

Never!

“It’s done!”

With a smooth flick, Zachary switched off the dryer. He ruffled her soft hair as if he were petting a little puppy.

“That’s enough.” She nudged his hand away and kept a distance from him. “You don’t have to send me home. I’ll take a taxi!”

resistance in his tone this time. He reminded coldly, “Once you step out of here

replied instantly. “Once I transferred the money back to you, we’ll cut ties. Let’s not

he stared at her quietly. After a brief moment,

you have to delete

this morning, didn’t you see that?” His

“That’s fine then. Goodbye.”

that, she turned

distance. His face paled with anger, his fists clenched tight. This time, he would

hailed a taxi as soon as

Aston Martin not far away through the car window. Her heart throbbed with a sudden twinge

the madness they went through the night before, and on his gentle and caring demeanor today. And how they’ve cut ties with each other

like everything was gone with the wind in the

if

thoughts, the taxi arrived in front of her house

kids

the door and hurried over to her. “Goodness me... Where have you been last night, Miss? I’ve

too much, so I crashed at her place,” Charlotte excused

to eat after

“Okay.”

attempted to make an online transfer to the gigolo, her fingers froze

would only be seven hundred left in her credit card