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!”

stuff I requested for earlier?” A melodious voice rang

seated by the window, seemingly torn. “They are VIPs, too. We

at the table by the window. The

What a coincidence!

bristle in annoyance. He gripped his utensils tightly as hostility

together with Nancy, Charlotte felt

be pure coincidence. Louis and I decided to come here

grip on her wineglass was so tight it might

course through him when he saw Charlotte

friends,” Nancy assured the manager. She took the initiative to greet Charlotte. “Fancy

their way to Charlotte. Zachary placed an arm around Nancy’s waist nonchalantly, which came as a surprise to

meet again,” Charlotte

to Charlotte’s heart like an iron shard. The

to stay calm and flashed a smile, standing up to shake

smoking in anger, but the weird