Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“Mr. Nacht is just brutal with words,” Raina said, sighing. “He could have just told you that he’s going to find your kids…”

“Really?” Charlotte said, still not entirely convinced. “Is he really that nice?”

“He found you lying unconscious on your apartment floor last night, and he rushed you to the hospital immediately. He stayed by your side the whole night when you were asleep. Don’t you remember all that?” Raina asked, a little annoyed at how dense Charlotte could be.

Charlotte glanced at the sofa—Zachary’s blazer, the Nacht family’s exclusive wine glasses, and the unfinished pastries and fruits sitting on the table. She recalled how he had held her hand and spoke to her in a soothing voice when she woke up screaming and crying for her kids.

She recalled how he had hesitated instead of outright rejecting her when she begged him to help her find her kids, and how he had only lost his temper when Michael appeared out of nowhere.

Maybe, just maybe…

see it. He’s hot-tempered and stubborn, but he’s a simple man with

absentmindedly. “I’ll be eternally indebted to him if he leaves my

she pushed in. “Please lie down, Ms. Windt. I need to change your bandages. Your

clambering onto the bed

helped Charlotte change her bandages, and the paramedics came in just moments later with a light

around for her phone to give Mrs. Berry a call, but she could not find it no matter where she looked. Sighing, she borrowed a nurse’s phone and dialed Mrs.

the moment the call went through, and she only calmed down when Charlotte confirmed

staying in a ward just upstairs, she heaved a huge sigh

going home soon, Mrs. Berry,”

be careful of that

always kept Mrs. Berry and the kids out of the drama with Zachary, but her knowledge of the kids’ disappearance

missing, Mrs. Berry called Michael—who saw Zachary as an