Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Zachary’s voice had put Michael in a daze. He was completely silent on the other end as if he had lost his voice.

Charlotte rubbed her aching temples and hurriedly chimed in. “Michael, thanks for calling, but I have to go. We’ll be in touch.”

With that, she hung up.

Charlotte raised her head and glanced at Zachary, but there was no way to calm her heart that pounded furiously in her chest. “Well, you heard it. Michael meant to call and inform me that Helena was getting married. He didn’t mean anything else.”

“I heard.”

Zachary then returned her phone to her and walked into the bathroom without a word.

Charlotte gazed at him calmly, but she was frightened. The silence was unsettling. Was he a time bomb waiting to explode? Was he going to go after Michael quietly?

She was deep in thought when a knock came from outside the door. ‘Are you awake, Miss?” Mrs. Berry’s cheery voice came through. “The children want to have breakfast with the both of you.”

be there in

the table for you.” Mrs. Berry then

into the bathroom cautiously. Zachary was still in the shower. “The kids are waiting

“Yeah.” Zachary responded.

promptly started on her skincare routine in

towel, with one hand drying his

from her mirror as the anxiety

perhaps? A cold

go down

for her, he had already left

was frustrated and disappointed by his behavior. After all, what did she do

was unhappy when she brought up her father. And now, he gave her the cold shoulder

no way she could

do was grit her teeth and

sighed audibly, got dressed,

she reached the spiral staircase, she heard a cheerful voice that came from

“Daddy, this is delicious!”

a piece

and nodded

things for breakfast. Ever since the children moved in, he noticed

picked up a piece of his honey-soaked

the waffle piece and again, remarked on