Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort novel Chapter 189

Still dripping with water, Zachary’s tanned skin was a sight to behold under the blue light. There was a long scar slanted across his waist that gave off the illusion of cutting his waist in half.

Under the scar was a tattoo.

Right as Charlotte was about to find out what the tattoo looked like, Zachary grabbed her by the hair and forced her to look at his enraged face.

“You-”

Before Charlotte could say anything, Zachary bit down on her cold, red lips.Like a beast that was gnawing on its prey, he nibbled on her lips like he was giving her a vindictive punishment. His bite made Charlotte’s lips numb, and she was close to suffocating.

In her panic, Charlotte struggled, but she was trapped in his arms, unable to defend herself.

His kisses engulfed her just like how a thunderstorm would, and the movements of his hands were getting wilder and wilder.

Just as he was about to break through the last of her defenses, she widened her eyes, full-blown panicking.

“Mr. Nacht, we have news from Mr. Bruce-”

A voice reported from behind him, but it stopped halfway.

Evidently, the man was stunned by the scene in front of him, and he promptly shut his mouth.

Reluctantly, Zachary let go of Charlotte before he cupped her cheek with one hand and glide his thumb past her swollen lips. “Remember never to infuriate me again.”

Charlotte panted, panic evident in her eyes. Like a frightened doe, she trembled.

With a quick jump, Zachary easily left the pool and covered himself with his bathrobe.

Meanwhile, Charlotte clambered ashore and scurried off.

“We have an hour before it’s nine,” Zachary muttered his reminder in a gloomy tone.

Charlotte shuddered as she recalled the promise she made to him.

It was already eight now. She wondered if Luna had reached H City in time.

She quickly searched for her phone, only to realize her phone was by the edge of the pool, soaked in water.

In a hurry, she grabbed the phone and fled the scene.

Zachary stared at her panicked movements as his lips curled into a smirk.

He only averted his gaze long after Charlotte had disappeared from his view. In a deep voice, he queried, “How’s Bruce doing?”