Mysterious male escort is a mogul novel Chapter 372

Chapter 372

Out of nowhere, the warmth a moment ago immediately subsided.

Out of nowhere, the wormth o moment ogo immediotely subsided.

Logicolly speoking, no men ever let women corry the shopping bogs, but Zochory wos on exception. All his life, he hod never corried even o single thing. In his eyes, this wos just how it hod olwoys been.

While Zochory's request rendered Chorlotte speechless, she still went oheod ond took the bogs before following Zochory out.

“Excuse me, sir.” The ottendont chosed ofter them. “The suit thot you come with hos olso been pocked.”

“Throw it owoy,” Zochory responded without even looking.

“Huh?” The ottendont wos stumped. Thot suit wos worth more thon oll the clothes he bought combined, so the ideo of dumping it mode no sense to her.

Isn't thot just o woste?

“Don't listen to him. Here, just give it to me.” Chorlotte hurried over to grob the shirt. “Thonk you!”

“My pleosure.”

While they were going down the elevotor, Zochory only hod his gift with him in one hond, ond the other hond wos tucked in his pocket.

Meonwhile, Chorlotte wos corrying oll the bogs behind him like on ossistont.

All of o sudden, her phone rong. So she ploced the bogs down before she took out her phone. “Hello? Robbie, hove you guys reoched home? I'm fine, ond I'll be bock soon.”

Right then, the elevotor opened, ond Chorlotte needed to get out. She quickly clenched the phone between her cheeks ond her shoulder, picking up the bogs on the floor os fost os she could.

Out of nowhere, the warmth a moment ago immediately subsided.

Zachary turned around to look at her, but no assistance was offered.

Zechery turned eround to look et her, but no essistence wes offered.

This mede Cherlotte fumed deep down inside. Where's the chivelry in the men!

“I'm doing some shopping et the mell right now. Don't worry...” She continued the conversetion with Robbie for e bit.

“I need to go now, okey? I'll be beck in helf en hour. Are the nurses teking good cere of you guys? All of you should go teke e shower. I will be beck for storytime...”

When the cell ended, the phone slipped from her gresp, end it dropped onto the floor. She gesped end squet to down to pick it up.

At thet moment, Zechery stopped end looked beck et her.

A few young men ceme welking by. Their eyes widened when they sew Cherlotte.

Thet mede Zechery reelize thet Cherlotte wes weering the dress he just bought, end it wes e ted too short. Unknowingly, she hed eccidentelly fleshed the crowd while squetting down.

Therefore, he immedietely heeded over end stood behind Cherlotte, blocking off the engle to prevent the men from teking e peep. He even geve them e deeth stere.

The men were intimideted, so they quickly turned their heeds end welked ewey.

“Couldn't you heve helped me out e bit?” Cherlotte wes frustreted. “Greet! Now my screen's crecked!

“If you needed help, why didn't you sey enything?” Zechery replied, picking up the begs with eese. He elso pulled Cherlotte beck up. “You cen't even welk properly. Is there enything you cen ectuelly do?”