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, “Once you step out of

instantly. “Once I transferred the money back

as he stared at her quietly. After

to delete

didn’t you see that?” His frown deepened

“That’s fine then. Goodbye.”

turned and

as he watched her back disappear into the distance. His face paled with anger, his fists clenched tight. This time, he would teach this woman a lesson... He would surely make her come back begging

and hailed a taxi as soon as she stepped out of the

at the Aston Martin not far away through the car

the night before, and on his gentle

the wind

if nothing

in her thoughts, the taxi arrived in

was afternoon. The kids

Berry 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 but you didn’t answer. I was

went out with a colleague and drank too much, so I crashed at her place,” Charlotte excused sluggishly. “I’m tired, Mrs. Berry. I need a

make something to eat after you’re

“Okay.”

the gigolo, her fingers froze atop her phone screen. A sudden realization dawned

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