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!”

about this?” There was no resistance in his tone this time. He reminded coldly, “Once you step out of here on your own, I’ll

“Once I transferred the money back to you, we’ll cut ties. Let’s

frowned as he stared at her quietly. After a brief moment, he nodded.

have to delete

deleted earlier this morning, didn’t you see that?”

“That’s fine then. Goodbye.”

she turned and scurried

clenched tight. This time, he would teach this woman a lesson... He would

taxi as

through the car window.

reminisced on 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 just like

gone with the wind in the blink of

if nothing had actually happened since

taxi arrived in front of her house before she knew

The kids

to her. “Goodness me... Where have you been last night, Miss? I’ve tried calling you so many times but you didn’t answer.

I crashed at her place,” Charlotte excused sluggishly. “I’m tired, Mrs. Berry.

make something to

“Okay.”

her room. Just as she attempted to make an online transfer to the gigolo, her fingers froze atop her phone screen. A sudden realization dawned on her - she didn’t even know his bank

be seven hundred left in her