Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

The neighbors had always thought that Charlotte was Mrs. Berry’s daughter and those three kids were her grandchildren.

Mrs. Berry tried explaining the situation to them at first, but Charlotte told her she did not have to. After all, Charlotte did feel like she was a daughter to her.

They might not be blood-related, but Mrs. Berry was like family to her.

Mrs. Berry was the second closest to her after her own father.

Although she gave birth to the children after her father’s demise, Mrs. Berry was still a loved one to her.

Mrs. Berry had always been there since Charlotte was a child. She never once left her.

but hearing the neighbors talking about

her small hands around her mother’s face, “Mrs. Berry

nodded and planted a kiss on the girl’s forehead as they

looked

table. The goldfish were swimming in the fish tank and Little Fifi’s cage was still hanging on the balcony, swaying to

stopped at the family photo

the photo. Back then, Charlotte was carefree and Mrs. Berry smiled

happened to fly over and

they were poor back

was enough to put a smile on

fat,” Jamie said, laughing at himself, “I was

at the picture. “I looked fatter than you. Look

tied it for you,”

curved on her lips as she reminisced about the

I got you, she started learning other cute ways of tying

thrill, “She would try

“You would always ask for a photo after she tried

at them when I

got off and went back to her room to fetch