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.

was no denying that his condition was gradually improving, thus proving that Dr. Wright's operation was a

nights. Although everyone begged him to take a nap, he just couldn't lay his worries to rest and insisted on staying up to watch

about Charlotte and Lupine's whereabouts. Unfortunately, the search for them was

to deploy a few

Lupine, please

deep slumber. Not only did he look a lot more energetic,

Ben was more than happy to

hadn't had a good night's sleep. When she heard that he was craving

in bed with Ben's help and stretched his limbs. “Wow. How long have I been sleeping? My body feels

chuckle. “But everything's fine now. You look like

muttered as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. “Fill the tub for me. I'm going to take a nice, long

“Hahaha, will do!”

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

has always been like that. I shouldn't be so

to find out that her phone was

on her way back in the private jet? Is that why she had to turn her