Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Chapter 27

Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort chapter 27

Charlotte sprawled onto the ground like a frog. Scratched and cut, her palms and knees were burning in pain.

Behind her, the Aston Martin sped off and left her in the dust.

Charlotte shivered in the cold as she pitifully picked herself up. She then realized she was alone on an elevated bridge.

And her phone had run out of juice.

She was at the brink of collapsing into tears.

Why are all men so cruel!

The boss she met in the day was like that and so was the gigolo at night.

None of the cars that passed by her slowed down.

After being out in the cold for an hour, she managed to stop a taxi. Charlotte quickly stopped it by jumping in front with outstretched arms.

That night, Charlotte caught a cold and slept so soundly that even the alarm couldn’t wake her.

When morning arrived, Mrs. Berry woke her up. As she dragged herself to wash up, her body ached all over.

When Mrs. Berry knew that she had caught a cold, she quickly made her some hot tea.

cold medicine. He also brought Charlotte a glass of warm

good boy, Robbie.” Charlotte used a tissue to cover her nose. “I got up late today and am running late. Mrs.

I will take care of Jamie

expression showed that he

shouldn’t go to work. Instead, take the day

her mom as she helped Charlotte

taking some meds. Don’t worry.” Charlotte kept drinking

you some water,” Ellie

Ellie took the empty glass and poured

is the cold medicine I have prepared for you.

the cold medication into a small

“Thanks Robbie and Ellie.”

was proud of her children. They were only three but already so

was

watching

pointed her chubby arms toward the

and staring intently at Fifi, who was in a cage. He was holding a stick in his hand and

stood there without moving. As its eyes darted around, it stretched its neck

of the night to check whether Fifi pooped. And this morning, he did the same too,” Mrs. Berry laughed as she related. “Perhaps he thinks Fifi is going to shit that piece of

furrowed his eyebrows and looked serious. “Perhaps, his story is

your breakfast!” Mrs.

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