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 you step out of here on your

replied instantly. “Once I transferred the

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

have to delete that

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

“That’s fine then. Goodbye.”

she turned and scurried

fists clenched tight. This time, he would teach this

and hailed a taxi as soon as she stepped out

Martin not far away through the car window. Her heart throbbed

they went through the night before, and on his gentle and caring

the wind in the blink of

a dream, as if nothing had actually happened

taxi arrived in front

The kids had left

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

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

I’ll make something to

“Okay.”

online transfer to the gigolo, her fingers froze atop her phone screen. A sudden

in her credit card if she transfers the