Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“Of course!” The maid nodded vigorously in agreement.

“Frankly, I didn’t think Charlotte was worthy of him either in the beginning.” An inexplicable mix of emotions filled Sherlyn as she spoke. “After all, she’s divorced and already had children from her previous marriage. How could she be worthy of being Louis’ wife?”

“Yes, that’s true. Besides, she’s actually two years older than Sir Louis, if I recall correctly,” one of the maids added in a judgmental tone.

“I just feel a little upset whenever I think about this matter,” Sherlyn said with a frown. “I fought with my husband about this back then, but he was right. When you consider the power and influence that the Lindberg family holds, what does it matter that she was once married and already has children?”

Truthfully, Louis could easily find himself a thousand other young ladies if he ever got bored of Charlotte. However, it would be impossible for him to find someone like her, a beautiful woman who hails from a good family and possesses great talents of her own.

“That’s true…” the maids concurred.

“Anyway, since Louis loves her, I won’t stand in his way.” Sherlyn heaved a sigh. “After all, he’s my only son, and I want him to be happy!”

“Lady Sherlyn, you truly care for Sir Louis a lot.”

“Stop chattering now and hurry up. After this, make sure to send someone to keep an eye on Charlotte’s bedroom. Remember to inform me to go over before they wake up…”

understand,” the

his mother was busy masterminding her scheme, Louis was

all, it was his first experience. At midnight, he had

embrace and rained kisses all over his sleeping face, besotted with him. She wanted to be one with him forever,

she knew it was not the time

got dressed, tiptoed to the closet, and dragged the unconscious Charlotte out of it. Then, she undressed

sight of the man she loved lying next to another woman. At the same time, she shot a look

knew her grand plan would be

compromising position. Instead, she went further and pinched the latter’s chest and thighs, leaving purple bruises on her delicate skin. Then, she threw the

four o’clock in the morning, and the

and quickly returned to the

room, a maid, who had woken up to relieve herself, caught sight of her. She asked

in the garden the whole time…” Diana replied smoothly, for she had already thought of an excuse. Feigning a dejected expression, she continued, “You

Oh, okay…” the maid replied groggily and went back

love marks Louis had left on her skin, she recalled the sweetness she had