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.

him

his hand tenderly, leading him to the light at

just as he was about to reach the other side, a violent wind

cling onto it, but he could

was shaken up by the nightmare. He opened his eyes gradually and realized Charlotte was beside him, holding on to his sleeve

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

cry? Was it because

thoughts lead him astray. A gush of cold wind blew through the window. He tried to cover her with his blanket, but he was too weak to move a

slightly. She muttered his name and grabbed

eyes in pain but immediately saw that Zachary was awake and was looking at her. She

did not reply but looked at

to come over and check

to get up to press the emergency button, but Zachary

she

“Over my dead body.”

regained consciousness. His