Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Of course he didn’t want to switch houses. He wanted to be as close to Charlotte as possible.

Here, an even more alluring smile appeared on Zachary’s lips. He turned around and walked straight into the villa.

Mr. Potter didn’t dare to question his decision or ask even more questions. He had no choice but to keep his mouth shut and continue making arrangements for Zachary.

The master bedroom of the villa was huge. The last rays of the evening streamed through the floor-length windows and pooled into a golden spot on the ground.

Zachary took off his suit jacket and unbuttoned his stifling shirt. Carrying a wine glass, he made his way to the balcony and sat down on the marble-white recliner. Squinting in the sunlight, he turned to look at the balcony of the adjoining house.

Almost immediately, the balcony door slid opened and out stepped a familiar-looking person. The woman was barefoot and wore her hair down around her shoulders. In a long, flowing silk dress, she looked both relaxed and careless.

Without her aloof, arrogant façade, she appeared more like the innocent, simple Charlotte from the past.

“Well, I didn’t expect to see you here, Mr. Nacht.”

Charlotte sat down on the same marble-white recliner. She stretched out her hand towards Morgan, who promptly passed her a glass of ready-made cocktail.

“I like admiring the beautiful scenery and beautiful women alike,” Zachary remarked.

He smiled at her and raised his eyebrows with an ambiguous look on his face.

with a taunting laugh. “What happened to the frigid, ice-cold man that everyone

show this side of

and letting her hair down, she looked quite the same as before. However, her eyes had taken on a rather arrogant quality, and for some reason, she

status came great

making fun of me, Mr. Nacht?” Charlotte asked, laughing coldly. “I heard that you’re a

tried to provoke a reaction from her. “She has been missing for two years

mocking laughter immediately. “Mr. Nacht, your method of getting girls is quite pathetic, don’t

really

seem fake— if it was fake, however,

have no recollection of the past, and neither was she displaying any sort of yearning towards

her. To Charlotte, he was nothing more than her business

would I

provokingly, laughing

towards him, her heart was actually full of complicated

looked a lot like his wife, the needle in her heart had wedged itself a little

though his words had truly cut

help but wonder if they

you have eyes? Don’t you know

sounded rather