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.

kids’ laughter, he was reminded of his own childhood, and suddenly,

thought about the thing his 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 for a long time,

similar childhoods, but they might grow up differently. Some would grow up to be sensitive and vulnerable. All they knew was

remained strong even after going through the ordeal. Those would know how to

vulnerable but eventually become strong people, while some might never change. Change was a perpetual process, and it would take a lifetime for

voice called out to him, breaking his

of juice. Beta was holding some

you,”

up proudly. “I saved some for Mommy

don’t know a lot of the words in there,

The Art of War? I thought it was supposed to

back to the courtyard, Daddy. Wanna