Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Once they were in the room, Zachary headed straight to the sofa. Everything seemed fine.

However, he had been averting his eyes from Charlotte.

On the other hand, Charlotte was staring at him. At the start, she was stealing glances at him, but now, she was straight-up staring at him. It was because she realized that he was unresponsive even when she had her gaze on him.

The anxiety in her head thrummed, and she creased her forehead as she observed him.

Is there something wrong with his eyes?

Knock knock! Right then, knocking sounds came from the door.

“Come in,” Charlotte said.

Emma came in with a dining cart. After putting the snacks on the coffee table, she bowed at the two of them and stepped out of the room.

Charlotte poured a cup of tea and handed it to Zachary. “Have some tea.”

“Put it on the table first. It’s hot.” Zachary raised his arm to pinched the bridge of his nose, looking exhausted.

down in front of him. However, to test him, she intentionally put it at the edge of the table where half the cup was in midair. With any gentle push, the cup

for the cup, he knocked

over his pants, and that

roared.

Charlotte quickly took out a few tissues to hand them to

this

grabbed her hand and tugged her

having not expected the sudden action from him as she fell into his arms. Before she could come back to her senses, he

It was as if he was taking revenge on her, or perhaps he was

ravished every part of her mouth that was beyond her teeth. He stole every

blank from his unexpected

sudden, it felt like they had gone back to the time when they were deeply in love. Back then, all they had for the

other, they yearned to become one so that

familiar feeling

moment. She did not want to push him away nor did she want to reject him. Selfishly, greedily, she wanted to drown herself in that moment of

He embraced