Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“The kids made this.” Charlotte placed the snacks on the table.

“I’ll put it here. Eat it if you want to.”

Danrique looked at the snacks on the plate. They were of different shapes and sizes, and he felt touched. He could imagine how happy the kids must have looked when they were making the snacks. They might not like him, but they’d always save all the good food for him.

“The kids are in the garden. Do you want to see them?” Charlotte asked.

Danrique shook his head quietly.

“No matter how busy Zachary is, he’ll always take spend some time with the kids at night. Even if he can’t play with them now that he’s sick, he still tells them bedtime stories.” Charlotte smiled.

“You can ask the girls to tell you stories as well. They know a lot of them.”

Charlotte left quietly after that.

reminded of his own childhood, and suddenly, he thought that he had

aunt told him before. She told him that most children didn’t have a happy childhood. Some had even become drifters and lived in slums, while some had to be alone

might grow up differently. Some would grow up to be sensitive and vulnerable. All

some remained strong even after going through the ordeal. Those would know how to give out love and warmth, and they would receive the same in

but eventually become strong people, while some might never change. Change was a perpetual process,

a young voice called out to him, breaking his

Alpha holding a glass of juice. Beta was holding some snacks, while Gamma

to send these to you,” Alpha said. “I made this apple

these snacks,” Beta looked up proudly. “I saved some for Mommy

“I don’t know a lot of the words

Art of War? I thought

Daddy. Wanna