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Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort novel Chapter 796

Even so, Charlotte didn’t have a clear consciousness when it all happened. She couldn’t remember who she had bitten. in fact, she couldn’t even remember if she had actually bitten someone.

Nevertheless, she didn’t think much of it as she buried her face in his chest and continued sleeping.

After a moment, the phone by the bed rang, and Zachary jolted awake. He realized that it was already bright outside and that the caller was Ben.

If I don’t go back now, Grandpa is definitely going to notice.

He slowly shifted his body to get out of bed, afraid that he would wake Charlotte up in the process.

But she was already awake. The woman opened her eyes blearily and asked, “What’s wrong?”

 

“Did I wake you up?” Zachary stared at her beautiful face and was reluctant to leave her when he said, “I need to go now.”

“Alright,” she replied as she turned around. She then continued sleeping with her back facing him.

 

He leaned over and gave her a kiss before taking a few steps back hesitantly. After that, he quickly put on his clothes and left through the window.

Charlotte didn’t turn back to look at him, but she could tell that he was an agile person as she listened to his movements.

From a rational standpoint, he definitely isn’t just an ordinary person.

But strangely, she trusted him without any hesitation.

Just let him be…

At the thought of it, Charlotte fell back into slumber again.

Zachary ran the whole way back. He climbed over the wall in the backyard into the villa and landed in front of the window to Henry’s room.

The latter had already woken up and was sipping on his tea in his wheelchair.

In an instant, Zachary jumped up to the balcony of the second floor.

Alarmed, Henry looked up but saw nothing. Yet, he said worriedly, “What happened? I thought I saw from the window.”

“It might be a cat,” Spencer guessed. “I heard that Mr. Potter keeps a lot of cats and allows them to wander around.”

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