Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Charlotte grabbed a chicken wing and prepared to head downstairs to meet Zachary.

The moment she opened the door, she came face to face with Zachary, whose slender figure exuded a mysterious and unapproachable aura under the dim lights.

Charlotte almost jumped out of her skin and looked over her shoulder in panic. Fortunately, Robbie had gone to the bathroom, so there was no one in the living room.

“Why did you come up?” Charlotte hissed as she pushed Zachary away from the door.

“It’s ten!” He pinned her with a cold stare.“The kids aren’t asleep yet.”

Charlotte motioned at the house, but upon realizing that she was still holding the chicken wing in her hand, she hid it awkwardly behind her back.

Zachary’s brows knitted into a frown as he glowered at her.

“Either you go downstairs and wait for me, or we take a raincheck,” Charlotte said tentatively. “Don’t get mad. Just try to think from my point of view. As a mother, I can’t just leave my kids and go on a date, right? We have to be responsible.”

“Twenty minutes.” Zachary looked at his watch, then turned and walked into the elevator.

Charlotte was speechless and had no choice but to comply. Done taking their baths, the triplets were singing happily as they prepared to go to bed.

leftover food and washed her hands before going

pajamas, holding a milk bottle in one hand and

and kissed her forehead, telling her to go to

after, her eyes

was lying on his

to clean his wound while he

down his book and looked up at

make breakfast for the three of

time with her children. Hence, she couldn’t

Zachary would be even worse as he would

a daze and mumbled sleepily, “I

makes it.” Robbie offered his mother an

here to watch them,” the

“Alright, then. Sleep tight.”

However, upon realizing that more than ten minutes had passed, she ditched the idea and rushed downstairs without

way before arriving at the gate. In her haste, she was almost hit by a car, falling