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…”

the maids replied

was busy masterminding her scheme, Louis was

his first experience. At midnight, he had

all over his sleeping face, besotted with him. She wanted to be

she knew it was not

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

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

her grand plan would be ruined if

merely placing Charlotte in that 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 duvet over her

o’clock in the morning,

was still awake in the manor. Diana quietly slipped out of the bedroom and quickly returned to the maid’s room

her room, a maid, who had woken up to relieve herself, caught sight of her. She asked casually, “Diana, where did you

she had already thought of an excuse. Feigning a dejected

Oh, okay…” the maid replied groggily

Seeing the love marks Louis had left on her skin, she recalled the sweetness she had experienced earlier that night and