“Hey!” Zachary pushed her hand away and shouted, “Don’t touch it!”
“Why?” Charlotte was yet more suspicious. “Why can’t you let me see your face?”
“Of course not!” Zachary replied indifferently, “If you see my face, I’ll be threatened by you for a lifetime. There’ll be no end to this!”
“Hmm…” Charlotte was rendered speechless.
Since she recognized the tattoo on his waist and forced him to sign the debt repayment agreement, he had to pay her fifty percent of his income every day.
Half of the agreed period had passed and he would soon be free.
After all, since she didn’t know what he looked like, she wouldn’t be able to recognize him even if they did meet each other again the next time.
However, if she had seen his face, they might be blockaded forever in this tangled mess…
What he said seems to make sense…
Maybe I’m thinking too much.
“If it wasn’t for that night over four years ago and the fact that I’d caused you to experience a miscarriage, I would never get involved with you!” Zachary added genuinely.
He was drugged that night and had sex with her in a trance-like state. Plus, he was like a beast in bed that night, without the slightest tenderness…
He could still remember the pitiable way she cried for mercy underneath himself. Every time he thought about that, he could feel his blood boiling and he would be incredibly guilty…
“Well, at least you’ve got some conscience.”
The doubt within Charlotte was somewhat cleared. On second thought, how could such a prestigious man like Zachary pretend to be the gigolo at Sultry Night and cosplayed with her?
Furthermore, he just chased me off his car. It wasn’t really possible for him to change a car and into another outfit just to pick me up.
Even if time allowed, his temper wouldn’t.
“Don’t call me for such matters anymore next time.” Zachary changed the subject. “I’m not your bodyguard; why should I come when you ask me to?”
“I didn’t want to trouble you either but other than you, I have no one else whom I can seek help from.” Charlotte looked helpless.
“Where’s your boyfriend?” Zachary asked in a detached manner.
“I don’t have one.” Charlotte rolled her eyes.
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