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!”

you sure about this?” There was no resistance in his tone this time. He reminded coldly,

I transferred the

as he stared at her quietly. After a

have to delete

didn’t you see

“That’s fine then. Goodbye.”

that, she turned and

His face paled with anger, his fists clenched tight. This time, he would teach this woman a lesson... He would

the lift and hailed a taxi as soon as

Martin not far away through the car window. Her

on the madness they went through the night before, and on his gentle and caring demeanor today. And

like everything was gone with the wind in the blink of

was like a dream, as if nothing had

arrived in front

The kids had left for

door and hurried over to her. “Goodness me... Where have you been last

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

make something to

“Okay.”

her feet back into 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

there would only be seven hundred left in her credit card if she transfers the money back