Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Charlotte still felt slightly unsettled after leaving the hospital. For some reason, her mind kept flashing back Sam’s final reminder, causing her to think that there was still toxic residual in her blood.

Even so, there was not much else she could do about it, considering Dr. Felch was still unconscious, and Hayley and Sam only knew so much about her condition.

Dr. Felch did say it takes time to clear all the toxins from my body in stages. It could well be that the herbal bath and acupuncture were only the first two stages out of many. And he was attacked before he had a chance to implement them. I can only pray for myself and hope that Dr. Felch will come around soon so we can pick up where he left off.

“What’s wrong?” Sensing something was bothering her, Zachary held her in his arms. “Are you still worried about Dr. Felch? I’ve arranged for the best surgeons to take care of him. Raina also reassured that he will slowly come around. He is, after all, no longer a young person, so his recovery is bound to take more time.”

“Hmm.” Charlotte nodded absent-mindedly.

“Stop worrying,” Zachary said while rubbing her face playfully. “You’re gonna have to gather yourself and want to look your best in the bridal dress. There are only seven days left for you to get ready. You surely don’t want to look like this in your bridal pictures.”

“What?” Charlotte was stunned. “What seven days?”

the man replied matter-of-factly. “I’ve already announced publicly that we’ll get married on the ninth this

why didn’t I know anything about it?” There were too many questions in Charlotte’s head. She was at a

flashing a gold-colored invitation card in front of her. “I’ve also sent out all

my gosh, we haven’t even had pre-wedding bridal photos taken, and you have

a

don’t like being high-profile, I’ve opted for a smaller celebration with a few close families, friends, and business partners. They all know me to be a low-key person,

continued to share his plan for the wedding with

I’ve asked someone to prepare a yacht for our family of six to

even made arrangements for that? But tomorrow is Wednesday. Don’t the

mouth curled up a little. “They’ve already sent the invitation

Oh dear God.