Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Charlotte dozed off as she waited and lay down her head beside Zachary’s bed.

She did not let go of his hand even in her sleep.

The night drew nigh and the outside world fell into silence, as did the ward. Charlotte slipped into slumber on Zachary’s bed, just as how she always did before.

Zachary had a dream that night. He lost his way in the desert and did not know how to get out. He was stranded in a vast and endless piece of grey and blurry sand land without any light.

His whole body ached as if it was about to burst. He felt as if he was on the verge of losing his sense of hearing and vision completely.

He desperately wanted to escape, but his vision kept failing him and he could not hear a thing.

All he could do was keep going forward, but even taking a step felt like a formidable task. He felt emptiness under his feet every time he took a step. He kept changing direction, but every direction pointed him to an endless abyss.

He was trapped in a place of no escape.

He was lost, helpless, and resentful, but it was then that he felt a hand reaching out to him.

afraid that this hand would lead him to another

hand tenderly, leading him to the

but just as he was about to reach the other

cling onto it, but he could

and realized Charlotte was beside him, holding on to his sleeve as if she was afraid

gaze softened and he reached his hand to touch her face. He realized her face was still

she cry? Was

He tried to cover her

muttered his name and grabbed his hand instinctively, but she accidentally rubbed against the wounds

that Zachary was awake and was looking

not reply but looked at

come

to get up to press the emergency button, but Zachary put

she

“Over my dead body.”

words after he regained consciousness. His voice was hoarse