Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

qThe room was covered in darkness, with the dim emergency light on the ground as the only source of illumination.

When Zachary opened his eyes, he stared blankly at the ceiling. The scenes from his dream were still replaying his mind.

In his dream, Charlotte was cruel and heartless. The frosty expression and the hateful gaze she had looked extremely frightening.

Zachary felt as if someone was crushing his heart. The pain was so excruciating that he could barely breathe.

Gradually, the pain turned into hatred, causing him to clench his fists. It was as though he would strangle Charlotte to death if she appeared before him.

However, he realized that something was pressing on his arms, causing them to feel heavy and numb. In fact, he could not even lift them.

While trying desperately to move his arms, he turned to look and was shocked by what he saw.

Am I dreaming? Is... Is that Charlotte? Why is she here?

Although Charlotte's face was buried in her arms, Zachary recognized her easily from the contours of her head and body.

the past, he

he was certain it was her without needing to see her

replay the intimate

with Ben, he saw them embracing

boil, and he almost burst

wrong with my memory? Could it be that I didn't call Ben and she wasn't together with Louis? Was I

He clearly remembered the video call, and every scene of it was etched on

have been mistaken, but why

in her sleep and turned her face toward him before falling

raged in his heart. They cycled

up and demanding

the moment he moved his hand, he felt agonizing pain

his movements. After sitting up abruptly, she stared at him in shock. When

anxiously, “How do you feel? Do you feel pain anywhere? I'll get

she reached for the button,

he could only tug at one of her fingers. “N-No need,” Zachary uttered