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

set the table for you.”

was still in the shower.

“Yeah.” Zachary responded.

say more but promptly

the shower in his towel, with one hand drying his still-wet hair. While he did not

observed him from her mirror as the anxiety wormed its

this a change of strategy, perhaps? A cold war

down first,”

for her, he

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

father. And now, he gave her the cold shoulder

was no way

could do was grit her teeth and bear

got dressed, and

the spiral staircase, she heard a cheerful

“Daddy, this is delicious!”

a piece

nodded in agreement. “Yes, it’s

type to have sweet things for breakfast. Ever since the children moved in, he

honey-soaked waffle and fed it to Zachary. “Mrs. Berry made it

piece and again, remarked