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.

explained sweetly, “Uncle Zack is a boy, Ellie, so naturally, he can only teach the boys their hobbies. Mommy is a girl, and I can teach you whatever you

who can dance, sing, and paint,” refuted Ellie, whose logic was flawless. She pouted her

Zachary. He couldn’t actually refute any of

“Lesser! Lesser!”

even raised its voice and acted like it’d enjoy

a stern face on before criticizing strictly, “Don’t add fuel to

face at

down and harrumphed angrily, “Uncle Zack

true. I honestly don’t know how to do any

possible if we put our minds to it.

Zachary was utterly speechless.

like it was virtually impossible to get off

but he had no choice, so he steeled himself up and agreed,

will be your teacher. I will give you singing, dancing, and painting lessons every day. You don’t need to pay for these

“Uhm…”