Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

Chapter 1387

Zachary continued to be in and out of sleep for the rest of the day. Whenever he woke up, he'd only ask for the time and the well-being of his children and Charlotte before going back to sleep again.

Because of that, he hadn't eaten anything except for the sips of water when he took his medicine.

It was past nine at night when Zachary roused from his sleep and once again asked if Charlotte had returned.

Ben remained calm and collected as he replied, “Lupine informed me that they'd be staying at Mount Phoenix for a couple more days. Ms. Lindberg was very worried about your injuries and even asked me how you were doing. I assured her that you're all right and recovering well—”

“No. Don't tell her about my condition,” Zachary firmly instructed.

“Okay, okay, I got it.”

Fortunately, Ben knew the right words to say so it wouldn't arouse Zachary's suspicions. It also helped that Zachary was too out of sorts to detect Ben's lies.

“Don't call too much either, or Charlotte will suspect something...” Zachary mumbled, his eyes getting heavier by the second. “Remember to inform me when she's back.”

“I know. Stop worrying and go to sleep,” Ben said as he adjusted the blanket.

Zachary ended up sleeping for more than twenty hours, but even then, he still looked exhausted.

that, there was no denying that his condition was gradually improving, thus

wink in two nights. Although everyone begged him to take a nap, he just couldn't lay his

of that, he'd call Cain every two hours to ask about Charlotte and Lupine's

decided to deploy a few people

please be

morning when Zachary finally woke from his deep slumber. Not only did he look a lot more

more than happy to

Hanna had been so worried about Zachary's safety that she hadn't had a good night's sleep.

up in bed with Ben's help and stretched his limbs. “Wow. How long have I been

Ben replied with a chuckle. “But everything's fine now. You look

the sleep out of his eyes. “Fill the

“Hahaha, will do!”

his phone from under the pillow. Alas, all he saw were concerned text messages from Nancy. With nary a call or text from Charlotte, he couldn't help but feel a pang of

always been like that. I shouldn't be

immediately after, only to find out that

the private jet? Is that why