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.”

there in

table for you.” Mrs. Berry then

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

“Yeah.” Zachary responded.

but promptly started on her skincare

in his towel, with one hand drying his

mirror as the anxiety wormed its way into her

A cold

go down first,” said

wait for her, he

and disappointed by his behavior. After

her father. And now, he gave her the cold shoulder

no way she could

grit her teeth and

sighed audibly, got

heard a

“Daddy, this is delicious!”

a piece

and nodded in agreement.

was not usually the type to have sweet things for breakfast. Ever since the children moved in, he noticed that his

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

waffle piece and again, remarked on how good it