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.

shared a bed with her many times in the past, he was extremely familiar with her form and

he was certain it was her without needing to

his eyebrows, he began to replay

Ben, he saw them embracing each

scene caused his blood to boil, and he

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

thought aside. He clearly remembered the video call, and every

have been mistaken, but why

in her sleep

gorgeous face, emotions raged in his heart. They cycled through resentment, rage, doubt, confusion, and

he felt like pulling her up and demanding to know why she

moved his hand, he felt agonizing pain shooting

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

do you feel? Do you

spoke, she reached for the button, but he

one of her fingers. “N-No need,” Zachary uttered with much