Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Chapter 122

Just as the thought flashed across her mind, Charlotte brushed it off immediately.

No, Charlotte Windt! You shouldn’t soften up!

Once a gigolo, always a gigolo!

It would be impossible for him to clear the stains on his name as someone who had been doing such a dirty job for years.

Even if she herself were to ignore his past, what about the kids?

If they were to become a family, what if they bump into a client who recognized him while on the streets? How would the kids feel?

Her children would become a laughing stock because of their biological father’s identity. They would never be able to face society with their heads held high.

The more she thought about these, the more her fears tugged at her heart. She reminded herself again and again to never let her guard down, no matter how gentle this gigolo seemed to be…

Never!

“It’s done!”

 

With a smooth flick, Zachary switched off the dryer. He ruffled her soft hair as if he were petting a little puppy.

“That’s enough.” She nudged his hand away and kept a distance from him. “You don’t have to send me home. I’ll take a taxi!”

was no resistance in his tone this time. He reminded coldly, “Once you step

replied instantly. “Once I transferred the money back to you, we’ll cut ties.

quietly. After a

have to

earlier this morning, didn’t you see that?” His frown deepened as

“That’s fine then. Goodbye.”

turned

back disappear into the distance. His face paled with anger, his fists clenched tight. This time, he would teach this woman a lesson… He would surely make her come

taxi as soon as she

glanced back at the Aston Martin not far away through the car window. Her

went through the night before, and on his gentle and caring demeanor today. And how they’ve cut ties with each

everything was gone with the wind in the

if nothing had actually

her thoughts, the taxi arrived in

afternoon. The kids had

Berry showed up at the door and hurried over to her. “Goodness me… Where have you been last night, Miss? I’ve tried calling you so many times

much, so I crashed at her place,” Charlotte excused sluggishly. “I’m

something to eat

“Okay.”

feet back into her room. Just as she attempted to make an online transfer to the gigolo, her fingers froze atop her phone screen. A sudden realization dawned on her – she didn’t even know his

there would only be seven hundred left in her credit

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