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!”

coldly, “Once you step out of here

I transferred the money back to

at her quietly. After a brief moment,

have to delete that

you see that?” His frown

“That’s fine then. Goodbye.”

turned and scurried

clenched tight. This time, he would teach this woman a lesson… He would surely make her come back begging on her

as soon as she stepped out of

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

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

like everything was gone with the

was like a dream, as if nothing had actually happened since

in front of

afternoon. The kids had

the door and hurried over to her. “Goodness me… Where have you been last night, Miss?

colleague and drank too much, so I crashed at her place,” Charlotte excused sluggishly. “I’m tired,

make something to eat after

“Okay.”

as she attempted to make an online transfer to the gigolo, her fingers froze atop her phone screen. A

only be seven hundred left in her credit

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