Claire rcer glared at him indignantly and asked,
"What exactly did you do to last night?"
Adrian Sutton gently straightened the pillow and sighed softly.
"Miss rcer, perhaps you should try to rember... what you did to ** last night?"
After he brought her back last night, she had been a sobbing ss, wailing about how so scumbag had hurt her and wiping her tears and snot all over him.
In her emotional state, she’d mistaken him for that scumbag Gavin Sinclair, pumling and pinching him with surprising force.
And to top it off, she’d clung to him desperately, refusing to let him leave...
If anyone else had dared to treat him like that, their hands would have been long since broken.
But last night, that person had been her.
He only felt an unprecedented happiness. After all, hitting and scolding were signs of affection...
Even though Claire had only hit him because she thought he was that scumbag Gavin Sinclair, he didn’t care.
After hearing his words, Claire rcer slowly began to recall the events of the previous night.
A few scattered fragnts gradually surfaced in her mind.
’While she hadn’t done anything *too* out of line, her drunken antics were still mortifying!’
She fell silent.
"If you can’t rember, I can help jog your mory."
As he spoke, Adrian Sutton extended his arms in front of her.
Both arms were a ss of black and blue bruises, and there were even quite a few scratch marks.
Claire rcer stared at the shocking injuries on Adrian Sutton’s arms, then squeezed her eyes shut in anguish. After taking a deep breath to compose herself and clearing her throat awkwardly, Claire said,
"Uh, sorry about that. I misunderstood, and I beat you up this badly..."
"It’s okay, Miss rcer!"
Adrian Sutton looked obedient and considerate.
"As long as you don’t think I’m a pervert."
His eyes, gazing at her, were pure and clear, shimring with a hint of innocence, like a child who had been wronged.
A pang of guilt pricked Claire rcer’s heart.
’This guy has such a good temper?’
’She’d beaten him to a pulp, yet he wasn’t angry at all?’
’She had expected him to demand compensation, but instead, he’d just breezily said it was okay? As long as she didn’t think he was a pervert.’
’How is that possible?’
’Any other normal man would have been furious after being beaten, pinched, and cursed at like that.’
’Could it be that... he’s not all there in the head?’
’But his actions at the hospital that day didn’t seem like those of soone with ntal problems.’
Claire rcer stared at Adrian Sutton, her expression vigilant and wary.
After thinking for a long while, she finally figured out why he was being so good-natured and patient with her.
’She’d almost forgotten—he was a male escort!’
’No wonder he’d been smiling at her so humbly and eagerly, let alone getting angry.’
’As a proper male escort, he had to endure even the most demanding and difficult clients.’
’That must be part of the basic professional etiquette for a male escort.’
Having co to this realization, Claire rcer relaxed considerably.
’As long as he wasn’t so twisted pervert, everything was manageable.’
anwhile, Adrian Sutton had no idea that Claire rcer had already pegged him as a male escort. He was still emphasizing,
"Miss rcer, I’m really not a pervert."
He didn’t want Claire to think he was a pervert.
Although, sotis, he felt like one himself.
But he just adored her with pure intentions, wanting to see her every mont of every day.
Yet he couldn’t be by her side with a legitimate reason, which was why he couldn’t stop himself from hiding in dark corners to watch her in secret.
The mont he got off the plane, he learned she’d been in a car accident and had rushed to her hospital like a madman.
When he found out she was going to a club with her best friends to drink her sorrows away, he had secretly arranged to et his own friends at the sa club.
Speaking of which, he had Cynthia Sinclair to thank for creating this opportunity for him to be alone with her.
Last night had been the happiest night he’d had in many, many years.
Seeing him explain himself with such sincerity and urgency, Claire rcer felt a little guilty.
’She was the one who had committed all those offenses against him last night, yet the mont she woke up, she’d called him a pervert...’
’Right now, she really felt like a terrible person.’
"I’m sorry. I was emotional just now and spoke without thinking. I apologize."
"For your injuries... I’ll pay for your dical expenses."
"And also, I’ll compensate you for your ruined clothes."
Adrian Sutton smiled gently. "There’s no need, Miss rcer..."
"No, I insist. It can’t be easy for you to make money."
Adrian Sutton: ’Huh?’
’Not easy for him to make money?’
’It was true that starting his business had been incredibly difficult in the beginning.’
’But after eight years of developnt, CZ Group was now firmly on the right track.’
’The group’s subsidiaries covered nurous sectors, all with impressive achievents.’
’Now, his personal net worth had surpassed a trillion, making him the only person in the country to break into the top ten of the global billionaires list.’
’He was also the youngest and most mysterious entrepreneur ever to appear on the list.’
’Aside from a few of his closest confidants, no one in the world knew the true identity of this top-tier mogul.’
’Of course, Claire wouldn’t know either.’
’So, should he tell her?’
’There was nothing about himself he wanted to hide from her.’
’Everything he was, everything he had, he wanted to share with her.’
Just as he was about to open his mouth and confess, he heard Claire rcer say with so difficulty,
"But I don’t have any cash on right now. Can I borrow your phone? I’ll add you on WeChat and transfer the money in a bit."
’Claire was... asking to add him on WeChat?’
’Was he about to get her contact information so naturally?’
’Did he finally have a legitimate chance to contact Claire?’
’He’d had her phone number for ages, and every night he’d stare at it, full of anticipation, debating whether he should take the initiative and call.’
’But she was already married, and he didn’t want to disturb her life or cause her any unnecessary trouble.’
Now that Claire rcer was actively asking for his WeChat, how could Adrian Sutton possibly rember his intention to confess?
His entire brain was reeling with the joy of her asking for his contact info, and his heart was bursting with ecstasy.
Unable to contain his excitent, he eagerly handed her his phone.
Claire rcer froze for a second, looking at him in disbelief.
’Was he really that excited about her transferring him money?’
’Just how desperate for cash was he?’
’But it made sense, she supposed.’
’If he wasn’t short on money, he probably wouldn’t be working as a male escort to make a quick buck.’
Claire rcer took Adrian Sutton’s phone and dialed her own number.
The call was answered almost instantly.
The mont Roxanne Peyton heard her voice, she ca through loud and clear—and deafening.
"You brat, where the hell were you last night? Do you have any idea how worried Stella and I were?"
"You went to the bathroom, vanished, and didn’t even have your phone."
"We searched the whole club and couldn’t find you. Stella Thorne and I were so scared it sobered us up instantly. We were freaking out."
"We wanted to call the police, but you hadn’t been missing for twenty-four hours."
"We were so worried we didn’t sleep all night. We’re still waiting for you at the club entrance right now."
"I’m at... Where is this?" Claire rcer whispered, covering the mouthpiece.
Adrian Sutton raised his voice slightly, his expression unchanged. "The Concord Hotel."
"...I’m at a hotel..."
Stella Thorne asked, "How did you end up at a hotel?"
"That’s not the point. The point is..." Roxanne Peyton’s voice cut in. "Why do I hear a man’s voice?"
"I thought I was hearing things, but you heard it too."
"Way to go, Claire. You just filed for divorce, and you’re already out finding a new man."
"Is he hot?"
"Does he have a good body?"
"Does he have an eight-pack?"
"Is he a fierce ’little wolf dog’ or a cute ’little milk dog’..."
"Please don’t tell he’s so old, greasy uncle..."
As their gossipy, excited voices chattered on, Claire rcer covered the phone and glanced at Adrian Sutton, her expression a little awkward.
"It’s not what you think. Just co pick up first. I’ll explain when I get back."
After hanging up, Claire rcer used his phone to add herself on WeChat.
"I’ve added myself as a friend from your WeChat. Once I get my phone back, I’ll transfer you the money for the dical bills, the clothes, and for booking you for the whole night."
Adrian Sutton’s smile froze on his face.
’Money for booking him for the night?’
’What did she an by that?’
"I’ll transfer you a little extra. After all, you had a tough night."
’With a body like that and his heaven-defying looks, he left male celebrities in the dust.’
’Such a handso guy had taken care of her all night, and even let her hit, curse, and pinch him...’
’She should definitely give him a big tip, especially since he was injured.’
After tidying herself up a bit, Claire rcer spoke to Adrian Sutton with sincere earnestness.
"I think you should get out of the male escort business. After all, it’s not exactly a respectable profession to talk about."
"I don’t have any prejudice against the profession myself, but I think you should find a proper job. Working a steady, respectable nine-to-five is the right path."
"If that doesn’t work out, with your looks and physique, you could try becoming an online strear."
"With your assets, you’d definitely attract the attention of a lot of young girls and rich older won.
"If you play your cards right, you might even beco an internet celebrity."
Adrian Sutton listened very seriously, then asked with equal seriousness,
"Do you really want to beco a strear?"
"Being a strear is better than being a male escort at a club."
"But I’m not a male escort, I was just..."
’...trying to see her.’
’Even if it was just watching her from afar.’
But Adrian Sutton couldn’t bring himself to say those words right now. He was afraid he would scare her.
"I’m a staff mber there."
’A high-end club that he himself invested in... that should count as being a staff mber, right?’
Claire rcer nodded and didn’t ask any more questions.
"Miss rcer, if I beco a strear, will you watch my streams?"
Claire rcer wanted to say that she really had no interest in watching livestreams.
She had occasionally stumbled upon so male strears before, and she found them so pretentious and cringey.
But when she t his expectant gaze, she found herself inexplicably nodding.
"I will!"
Adrian Sutton smiled.
’Since Claire was the one telling him to beco a strear, then a strear he would beco.’
’Besides, Claire would even co to watch him.’
And so, as soon as Claire rcer left, Adrian Sutton imdiately called for Hughes.
Hughes, on call 24/7, pushed open the door and entered.
"Boss."
"Get everything I need for a livestream. I’m going to be a male strear."
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