Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“You’re a lunatic,” Charlotte hissed out. “I was kind to make you food. How could you say that? Tell me then. What poison could I possibly put in there?”

“Aphrodisiac,” Zachary blurted out.

Charlotte was speechless at that.

“Look at the expression you had. Clearly, you’re lusting for more,” Zachary teased. “You were looking for tons of excuses tonight, and you brought me to your room. Then, you spilled tea on my pants. All of these are to keep me here, right? Did you think that I’m clueless?”

“You—” Charlotte’s face reddened from anger. “Do you have no shame, Zachary?”

She slammed the bowl on the coffee table before huffing out, “Forget it if you don’t want to eat it. I’ll let an ingrate like you starve to death.”

As some of the oatmeal had splashed onto her hand, she went to the bathroom to wash up.

Her fading footsteps told Zachary that she was gone. Instantly, he began searching for his phone on the sofa.

After washing her hands, Charlotte heard a quiet tone. When she lowered her head, she noticed Zachary’s phone in the clothes he had changed out of.

Picking up the phone, she then noticed that he had a message. It was from Nancy. Mr. Nacht, are you home yet…

message was not shown. Even then, the name of the sender itself made Charlotte’s heart

the bathroom?” Zachary asked. He could not see, but that meant that

walked out of the bathroom with the phone. “What’s the matter

for his phone, and it was

heart leaped to her throat. She then deliberately stretched out her arm in a different direction before saying, “Someone sent

expected, Zachary’s hands grabbed the air instead

Charlotte like a bolt from the blue. Her eyes widened almost impossibly as

He… can’t see?

reached out for his phone. Nevertheless, he quickly snatched the phone from Charlotte in the next second and bellowed,

snarled in mock anger. “I was looking

not want him to find

sigh quietly in relief. She’s not all that smart. I don’t think she found out

someone knocked on the door. Ben’s voice then came from the outside. “Ms. Lindberg, I’ve brought Mr. Nacht’s clothes

over to the door and took the clothes from Ben. Then, faking a

the clothes from Charlotte, Zachary immediately

Her face was hot with a