Mysterious male escort is a mogul novel Chapter 296

Chapter 296

Charlotte wanted to push him away, but as soon as she reached out, she accidentally pulled her waist, and her face scrunched up in pain.

Zachary hurriedly let go of her and asked, “What's wrong?”

“It hurts...” Charlotte's forehead was covered in sweat while her body was frozen in place as she was scared that it would cause her more pain if she moved.

Not daring to mess with her again, Zachary carefully turned her back to her original position with her back facing him, lying on her side.

Charlotte curled her trembling body up.

Sweating profusely, her silk pajamas were drenched in no time.

Zachary furrowed his brows and picked up his phone to call Raina. “Come over now.”

But Charlotte immediately stopped him. “No need. Dr. Langhan already said that it would hurt tonight. Don't worry. I'll feel better tomorrow.”

At the other end of the call, Raina chose her words carefully. “Yes, Mr. Nacht. It's normal that she's in pain now since her waist muscle is injured, but she'll feel better tomorrow. If it is too painful to bear, feel free to give her some painkillers. I've placed them on her bedside table just in case.”

Listening to her words, Zachary stood up from the bed and took the painkillers for Charlotte, but the latter shook her head, refusing to take them. “I'll be fine after a nap. Switch off the lights. They are straining my eyes.”

Placing the pill bottle aside, Zachary looked at her trembling figure and the way her face grimaced in pain. His eyes were full of worry as his heart ached for her, but what he said differed completely from how he felt. “Serves you right! You shouldn't protect him in the first place.”

Charlotte glared at him with a burning rage in her eyes.

Zachary bellowed, “I dare you to continue glaring at me!”

Feeling wronged, Charlotte looked away as tears rolled down her cheeks, wetting her pillow.

Looking at the way she reacted, Zachary suppressed the anger in his heart, unable to bring himself to lash out at her. So, he put on his clothes and switched off the lights before leaving the room.

Listening to his fading footsteps, Charlotte was overwhelmed with conflicted feelings.

What on earth is that man actually thinking?

He says he loves me, but he's always hurting me.

He also says he hates me, but what's up with his sickening possessiveness? Sometimes, he acts as if he actually cares about me...

What is all this?