Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort novel Chapter 87

Amanda’s words upset Luna even more, and the woman started crying while burying her face in her hands. “Hector doesn’t love me at all. he only has eyes for Charlotte. He does not have any real feelings for me… “

“Alright, hush, hush, stop crying… “ Amanda embraced her daughter with her heart aching. “Silly girl, I will definitely stand up for you when the opportunity arises. Let’s go to the lounge to check if you’re hurt.”

Meanwhile, the auction was about to begin. Loud music was being blasted in the venue.

“I feel like heading home,” Charlotte told Zachary. However, the latter did not hear her.

So, she leaned in closer to his ear and repeated herself, “Mr. Nacht, I feel like heading back first.”

“It’s still early,” Zachary put his arms around the woman’s slender waist and pulled her into his arms. He brushed his cold and thin lips against her cheeks and whispered into her ears, “Was it fun to hook up with a gigolo? Huh?”

“Pfft!” Charlotte was speechless and flustered by his question. She panicked even more when she met his wicked gaze and tried to explain, “Actually, what happened back then was… “

“That wasn’t the first time someone told me about such a matter,” Zachary said in a seductive whisper as he bit her earlobes playfully. “It seems like you’re famous for hooking up with gigolos.”

A numbing tingle ran across Charlotte’s body; she felt as if she was being electrocuted.

She shuddered. Her heart was thumping so fast that she thought it was going to explode out of her chest. She hurriedly distanced herself from him as she shifted a little to the side.

Zachary couldn’t help but smile faintly upon seeing how flustered the woman was.

A woman’s sensitivity represented either her passion or purity. No matter which one it was, he was equally happy!

Hector was observing their interactions from a distance. He could feel his heart tightening, and his tightly clenched fists were trembling…

At that moment, he had an impulse to charge over and snatch Charlotte away.

“Hector, where’s Luna and your mom?” Simon asked, interrupting the man’s thoughts.

“They’re resting at the lounge,” Hector replied with a frown.

“What happened just now? You don’t look too good,” the man probed further.

“Can you ask them yourself and stop bothering me?”