Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“What about me?”

Ellie had been eating her breakfast the entire time, so her lips were all dirty. Seeing Robbie and Jamie receiving compliments from Zachary inspired her to voice up, too. She raised her tiny, plump hand and was eager to brag.

“I-I can dance, sing, and paint…”

“That…” said Zachary in a troubled tone, “I honestly can’t help with.”

He could teach the boys some technical knowledge and combat skills, but he knew nothing about Ellie’s hobbies.

Ellie pouted her tiny lips. Her cute, round face crumpled together as her eyes shone with sorrow while staring at Zachary.

“I-I can play the piano. I’ll teach you that,” coaxed Zachary immediately.

“Mommy can teach me how to play the piano,” said Ellie in a disappointed tone. Her tiny hand held the hot cross bunny but she had lost her appetite. “Uncle Zack only likes Robbie and Jamie. You don’t like me,” murmured Ellie.

“That is not true,” insisted Zachary. He didn’t know how to comfort the kid, so he nervously nudged Charlotte to ask for help.

“Uncle Zack is a boy, Ellie, so naturally, he can only teach the boys their hobbies. Mommy is a

there are boys in our class who can dance, sing, and paint,” refuted Ellie, whose logic was flawless. She pouted her tiny lips and stared unhappily at Zachary, “Is Uncle Zack a lesser man than the boys in

Zachary. He couldn’t actually refute any of

“Lesser! Lesser!”

wings and danced. It even raised its voice and acted like it’d enjoy the

face on before criticizing strictly,

made a face

She put her cutlery down and harrumphed angrily,

don’t know how to do any of

said that everything is possible if we put our minds to it. You can master it if

Zachary was utterly speechless.

and felt like it was virtually impossible

no choice, so he steeled

you singing, dancing, and painting lessons every day.

“Uhm…”