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!”

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

“Once I transferred the money back to you,

at her quietly. After a brief moment, he nodded.

have to

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

“That’s fine then. Goodbye.”

she turned and

back disappear into the distance. His face paled with anger, his fists clenched tight. This time,

as soon as

glanced back at the Aston Martin not far away through the car window. Her heart throbbed with a

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

gone with the wind in

was like a dream, as if nothing had actually

in her thoughts, the taxi arrived in front of her

The kids had

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

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

something to eat after

“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 even know his bank account

her credit card if she