Chapter 1238 Meeting The Kidnapper (1)

Charlotte and Zachary walked into the room.

Charlotte had been outside the door earlier on, so she hadn’t been able to see very clearly. When she walked in, she realized that there were two pairs of shackles at the head of the bed and the bottom of the bed respectively. There were four in total.

Zachary had reached the side of the bed by now.

However, he did not lie down on the bed. Instead, he furrowed his dark, shapely brows. His tempting, addictive, devastatingly handsome face looked slightly troubled.

“Hey!”

Charlotte pushed his arm.

“Zachary, I know you’re very proud, and no one has ever tied you up. This must feel humiliating to you, but… you’ll just have to put up with it for now for the sake of our son.”

Zachary’s throat quivered. A hint of disgust flashed across his icy pupils.

Unbeknownst to Charlotte, Zachary wasn’t reluctant to get on the bed because he felt humiliated by the fact that his hands and feet had to be tied. It was because he, a germaphobe, had never sle