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.

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

it was her without needing to see her

he began to replay the intimate act

he saw them embracing

his blood to boil, and

be that I didn't call Ben and she wasn't together with Louis? Was I

that thought aside. He clearly remembered the video call,

been mistaken, but why is she here

shifted in her sleep and turned her face toward him before falling back

in his heart. They cycled through resentment, rage, doubt, confusion,

up and demanding to know why she cheated

his hand, he felt agonizing pain shooting up

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

his face, she asked anxiously, “How do you feel? Do you feel pain anywhere?

reached for the button, but he held

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