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

the table for you.” Mrs. Berry then

walked barefooted into the bathroom cautiously. Zachary was still in the shower. “The kids are waiting for us to have breakfast

“Yeah.” Zachary responded.

didn’t dare say more but promptly started

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

from her mirror as the anxiety wormed its

strategy, perhaps? A cold war instead of

go down

could ask him to wait for

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

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

no way she could

she could do was grit

audibly, got dressed, and went

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

“Daddy, this is delicious!”

piece of

chewed thoughtfully and nodded in agreement. “Yes, it’s

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

picked up a piece of his honey-soaked waffle and fed

again, remarked on how good