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!”

He reminded coldly, “Once you step out of here on your own,

best!” she replied instantly. “Once I transferred the money back to you, we’ll cut ties. Let’s not meet

as he stared at her quietly. After a

you have to delete

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

“That’s fine then. Goodbye.”

turned and

he watched her 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

and hailed a taxi as soon as she stepped out

away through the car window.

through the night before, and on his gentle

felt like everything was gone with the wind in the blink

as if nothing had actually happened

arrived in front of

afternoon. The kids had

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 but you didn’t

out with a colleague and drank too much, so I crashed at her place,” Charlotte excused sluggishly. “I’m tired, Mrs. Berry. I need

make something to eat after you’re

“Okay.”

her feet back into her room. Just as she attempted to make an online transfer to the gigolo, her fingers

in her credit card if

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