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?”

publicly

many questions in Charlotte’s head. She was at a loss which one

ago,” Zachary said while flashing a gold-colored invitation card in

speechless for a moment as she tried to digest the information. “Oh my gosh, we haven’t even had pre-wedding

the invitation card, only to see a few simple lines of invitation

ceremony with you. But on second thought, since you don’t like being high-profile, I’ve opted for a smaller celebration with a few close families, friends, and business partners. They

his plan for the wedding with

take pre-wedding bridal shots. So, I’ve asked someone to prepare a yacht for our family of six to

that? But tomorrow is Wednesday. Don’t the kids have

one day.” The corner of Zachary’s mouth curled up a little. “They’ve already sent the invitation cards to their teachers and

Oh dear God.