Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“Keep running. Let’s see where else can you run to.”

Zachary unfastened the buttons one by one, and adjusted the car seat with a smirk on his face.

“Don’t… Don’t do that. I’m feeling unwell today.” Tears welled up in her eyes.

“Really? We just had it this morning. Stop pretending.” Zachary got on top of her and pinned her down.

“It’s true. Let me go…Ah!” Charlotte started struggling and kept pushing his shoulders, yet it made no difference.

Before she could finish her words, he ripped her skirt forcefully and reached out to her.

“Please don’t…” Charlotte could only shut her eyes in despair.

Like a vampire, Zachary bit her neck and wanted to force himself on her. Suddenly, he realized something was off.

He took a look at his hand. There was blood on it.

Zachary was dumbfounded.

“I haven’t touched you. Why are you…”

“I’m… I’m having my period.” Charlotte bit her lips hard. How embarrassing is this!

regained his composure. With a darkened face, he

wet tissues, then

say anything nor moved a muscle,

got into the car. She thought she could make it home in time but never thought that

the car into the city. He kept gazing around as if he was

what he was doing. She pleaded, “Let me go, please. I want to

her, Zachary stopped the car at the roadside, then he headed

he left, she pushed the door and tried to run away. However, the moment she stepped out

up his coat and covered her body

walked into the store, looking around

his face, Zachary gave out a

Is he a robber?

who were on the night shift turned pale in fright. They hid aside and took out their phones, ready to call the police at any

“Excuse me.”

“Ah!”

Zachary could ask them,

a weapon and asked with his trembling lips, “What… What do you want? We

breath, he asked with his deep voice, “Do I look like a robber

the male assistant

“You guys are fools.”

of the storeroom. She shook her head