Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“Louis, I’m going back to my room to rest.” Charlotte made up her mind. “You should return to watch the show.”

“I need a rest too.” Louis fanned himself. “I don’t know why, but I feel a little hot.”

“All right. Let’s head back together.”

They returned to the villa together. Before Charlotte could enter her room, Louis stopped her. “Charlotte, I need to talk to you.”

“We can talk tomorrow.” The woman held her temples, drained of energy.

“I’m afraid I’ll lose the courage to say anything tomorrow,” Louis confessed, sounding despondent. “Now that there’s liquid courage in me, I’d like to talk to you.”

Charlotte could not bring herself to reject him, so she caved in. “All right. Come on in then.”

Louis entered her room after her.

also about to head in, but Louis’ bodyguard stopped them. “The couple wishes to talk in private.

glanced at

us alone,”

The bodyguards left

offered

to reveal his true feelings for her. “Do you know how delighted I was when you

you want to say, you can do it another day. I’m too tired and wish to

cold to me lately,” he

stop acting like a child?” she snapped impatiently. “I’ve been honest with you from the start—I don’t have romantic feelings for you. If you

close the distance between us. I thought you’d be

he became. In a choking voice, he pleaded, “Charlotte, please be honest with me. Do you still love Zachary? Are you going to get back

it. “Tonight isn’t a good time for us to talk.

to go to bed.

upset you, please accept my apology,” Louis