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

table for you.” Mrs. Berry

in the shower. “The kids are waiting for

“Yeah.” Zachary responded.

didn’t dare say more but promptly started

his towel, with one hand drying his still-wet hair. While he did

the anxiety wormed its way into her

this a change of strategy, perhaps? A cold war instead of your usual

down first,” said

ask him to wait for her, he had

behavior. After all,

when she brought up her father. And now, he gave her the

way she

do was grit

audibly, got dressed, and

the spiral staircase, she heard a cheerful voice that

“Daddy, this is delicious!”

Zachary a piece of

chewed thoughtfully and nodded

have sweet things for breakfast. Ever since the children moved in, he noticed that his diet had

piece of his honey-soaked waffle and fed it

the waffle piece and again,