Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Louis brought Charlotte to a restaurant by the beach that they used to frequent.

The restaurant was beautifully decorated, but Charlotte wasn’t in the mood to enjoy them. She felt really exhausted.

She had run out of words to convince Louis to change his mind.

The man was still lost in his own world as he grabbed her hands in a pleading manner. “Charlotte, are you still upset over Diana? Mom sent her away. I won’t see her again, ever!”

“No, it’s not that.” Charlotte sighed, feeling weary. “Even if Diana doesn’t exist, we can’t get back together.”

“Why?” Louis stared at her in disbelief. “Is it because of Zachary?”

“It has nothing to do with him.” Charlotte gave him an apologetic glance. “Louis, it was all my fault. I should’ve rejected you and insisted on remaining friends back then. If I had done that, you might’ve found happiness by now.”

Alas, Louis paid no heed to her advice. He was engrossed in his own feelings. “No, you’re the only one that can make me happy. No one else can do that.”

“Louis…” Before Charlotte could say more, someone greeted politely, “Mr. Nacht, Ms. Gold, welcome!”

prepare the stuff I requested for earlier?”

manager glanced at the couple seated by the window, seemingly torn. “They are VIPs,

and Louis at the table by the

What a coincidence!

bristle in annoyance. He gripped his utensils tightly as hostility blazed in

with Nancy, Charlotte

to come here without making any reservation,

front, but her grip on her wineglass was so tight

wave of fury course through him

manager. She took the initiative to greet Charlotte. “Fancy seeing you

around Nancy’s waist nonchalantly, which came as a

meet again,” Charlotte

sight of Zachary placing his arm around Nancy’s waist went straight to Charlotte’s heart like an iron shard. The

and flashed a smile,

smoking in anger, but the weird situation confused