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

for

Zachary was still in the shower. “The kids are waiting for us to have

“Yeah.” Zachary responded.

dare say more but promptly started on her skincare routine

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

him from her mirror as the anxiety wormed

strategy, perhaps? A cold

down

could ask him to wait for her, he had

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

when she brought up her father. And now, he gave her the cold shoulder over a

way she could

grit her teeth and bear

audibly, got

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

“Daddy, this is delicious!”

fed Zachary a piece of her

thoughtfully and nodded in agreement. “Yes,

for breakfast. Ever since the children moved in,

up a piece of his honey-soaked waffle and fed it to Zachary. “Mrs. Berry made it

and again, remarked on