Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Silence fell between them. Charlotte was shocked for a short while, and she kept her silence. Zachary didn’t say anything either as he kept driving.

It didn’t take long for them to reach the base of Rokan Hill. Zachary stopped the car by the roadside, retracted the roof before reclining the seat, and looked up at the sky.

Charlotte glanced at the time and leaned back to look up at the stars in silence. They didn’t say anything for the longest time. Just like the night breeze that was blowing through her hair, messing it up, her emotions were also all over the place.

“Do you trust me?” Zachary suddenly asked.

“If we go by terms of feeling and instinct, yes,” she answered honestly. “But rationally speaking, I have a lot of reasons to suspect you.”

“Sometimes rationality isn’t your best compass.” He looked at her. “You should trust your own instincts.”

“And that’s how you make mistake after mistake.” She smiled bitterly. “I lost a part of my memory. The doctor said it was too painful for me to endure, so I forgot about them as a defense mechanism.” She looked at him. “I’ve forgotten about a lot of things, but not you. You feel warm to me. Fuzzy, even. I trust you never hurt me before?”

know how

me if you had.” She was still calm. “Perhaps I’ll forgive you

stopped before

then, they heard the roar

She smiled, trying to make herself look warmer. “Take the

you return?” Zachary stared at her,

get out of the car, but Zachary held the back of her head and leaned in for a kiss. Charlotte wanted to push him away, but her body

etch himself in her memory, even though they would only be separated for nearly two

one hand and

him like a magic spell. He wanted her to always keep him

a bit before she snapped out of it and