Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort novel Chapter 64

Zachary did not know what to say.

“Oh no…what do I do now?” Charlotte said, panicking. “Would he barge in in the middle of the night?”

“Who knows?” Zachary said with a chuckle.

“Hey! Can’t you come and help me?” Charlotte pleaded. “You’re the only person who can help me now…”

“You sound like your boss is going to devour you or something…” Zachary said. “Shouldn’t you be grateful for his attention?”

“Hey! Don’t forget who your boss is!” Charlotte growled.

“Enough. Rest well.”

Zachary hung up and smirked as he thought about the idiot lying next door.

It won’t hurt to prank her for once!

He stood up from the bathtub and walked out barefoot, wrapping a bathrobe around his body on the way.

Next door, Charlotte was drowning in her own thoughts when the door opened all of a sudden.

Zachary’s tall figure cast a long, invasive shadow on the bed, and his hair was still dripping wet. The white robe on his body failed to hide his well-defined muscles and domineering aura.

Charlotte stared at him in confusion and swallowed. “W-Why didn’t you knock?” she questioned as she looked away.

“This is my house,” Zachary answered as he approached her, making it difficult for her to breathe.

Charlotte tensed up and continued to avoid his gaze. “W-What do you want?”

Without another word, Zachary walked over to her bedside and leaned over to look at her.

“Hey! What are you doing?” Charlotte whispered, shivering in fear.

Squinting, Zachary stared into her eyes intently and pressed his body against hers.

He was like a feral beast that could melt her with his mere presence.

She tried to wriggle out of his grasp, but her wounds made her entire body stiff like a stick.