Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort chapter 1387

Zachary continued to be in and out of sleep for the rest of the day. Whenever he woke up, he’d only ask for the time and the well-being of his children and Charlotte before going back to sleep again.

Because of that, he hadn’t eaten anything except for the sips of water when he took his medicine.

It was past nine at night when Zachary roused from his sleep and once again asked if Charlotte had returned.

Ben remained calm and collected as he replied, “Lupine informed me that they’d be staying at Mount Phoenix for a couple more days. Ms. Lindberg was very worried about your injuries and even asked me how you were doing. I assured her that you’re all right and recovering well—”

“No. Don’t tell her about my condition,” Zachary firmly instructed.

“Okay, okay, I got it.”

Fortunately, Ben knew the right words to say so it wouldn’t arouse Zachary’s suspicions. It also helped that Zachary was too out of sorts to detect Ben’s lies.

“Don’t call too much either, or Charlotte will suspect something…” Zachary mumbled, his eyes getting heavier by the second. “Remember to inform me when she’s back.”

“I know. Stop worrying and go to sleep,” Ben said as he adjusted the blanket.

sleeping for more than twenty hours, but even then,

denying that his condition was gradually improving, thus proving that Dr. Wright’s operation was

nap, he just couldn’t lay his worries to rest and

that, he’d call Cain every two hours to ask about Charlotte and Lupine’s whereabouts. Unfortunately, the search for them was still underway, and

Ben decided to deploy a few people to

Lupine, please be

slumber. Not

happy to accede to

hadn’t had a good night’s sleep. When she heard that he was craving her food, she shed happy tears and rushed

up in bed with Ben’s help and stretched his limbs. “Wow. How

days,” Ben replied with a chuckle. “But

his eyes. “Fill the tub for me. I’m going to take a nice,

“Hahaha, will do!”

the pillow. Alas, all he saw were concerned text messages from

Charlotte has always been like that. I shouldn’t

after, only to find out that her phone was