Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“What about me?”

Ellie had been eating her breakfast the entire time, so her lips were all dirty. Seeing Robbie and Jamie receiving compliments from Zachary inspired her to voice up, too. She raised her tiny, plump hand and was eager to brag.

“I-I can dance, sing, and paint…”

“That…” said Zachary in a troubled tone, “I honestly can’t help with.”

He could teach the boys some technical knowledge and combat skills, but he knew nothing about Ellie’s hobbies.

Ellie pouted her tiny lips. Her cute, round face crumpled together as her eyes shone with sorrow while staring at Zachary.

“I-I can play the piano. I’ll teach you that,” coaxed Zachary immediately.

“Mommy can teach me how to play the piano,” said Ellie in a disappointed tone. Her tiny hand held the hot cross bunny but she had lost her appetite. “Uncle Zack only likes Robbie and Jamie. You don’t like me,” murmured Ellie.

“That is not true,” insisted Zachary. He didn’t know how to comfort the kid, so he nervously nudged Charlotte to ask for help.

boy, Ellie, so naturally, he can only teach the boys their hobbies. Mommy is a girl,

class who can dance, sing, and paint,” refuted Ellie, whose logic was flawless. She pouted her tiny lips and stared unhappily at Zachary, “Is Uncle Zack a lesser man than the boys in

He couldn’t actually

“Lesser! Lesser!”

its voice and acted like it’d enjoy the show

face on before criticizing strictly, “Don’t add fuel to the

a face at Robbie for

angrily, “Uncle Zack is playing favorites, and

that is not true. I honestly don’t know how to do any

we put our minds to

Zachary was utterly speechless.

had been put on a pedestal and felt like it was

he had no choice, so he steeled

and painting lessons every day. You don’t need to pay for these classes, but you must work hard and learn well, okay?

“Uhm…”