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

the money

at her quietly.

to delete

didn’t you see

“That’s fine then. Goodbye.”

she turned and scurried

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

hailed a taxi as soon as she stepped out of the

Aston Martin not far away through the car

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

felt like everything was gone with the wind in

like a dream, as if nothing

in her thoughts, the taxi arrived in front of her

afternoon. The kids had left

showed up at the door and hurried over to her. “Goodness me... Where have you been last night, Miss? I’ve tried calling you so many times

drank too much, so I crashed at her

I’ll make something to eat after

“Okay.”

Just as she attempted to make an online transfer to the gigolo, her fingers froze atop her phone

in her credit card if she