Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Charlotte stared at numerous missed calls and messages on her phone, all of them from Louis.

Without needing to look at the messages, she knew what they were about. Apologies, then expressions of his love. He would ask for her forgiveness before telling her of his wish to start over with her.

Charlotte was in a world of frustration. She did not know what she could do to make Louis give up. It felt like he refused to listen to whatever she said to him as long as it was not the answer he wanted.

Right as she was lost in her train of thoughts, someone called. The number seemed familiar, but she did not have it in her contacts. After a moment of hesitation, she picked it up. “Hello?”

“Hello, Ms. Lindberg, I’m Nancy Gold.”

Nancy’s voice was always as soft as cotton. It was as if she was someone who did not have a temper nor ever experienced negative emotions; it was as if her control over her emotions was impeccable.

“Hello,” Charlotte greeted back, uncomfortable to hear that name.

“I just wanted to ask how you’re feeling today,” Nancy uttered. “There were many people at the restaurant today, so I didn’t get a chance to ask you that.”

“It’s nothing serious,” Charlotte replied politely. “Thank you for your concern.”

to hear that. Rest well, then,” Nancy said

not know why she had made that call. What can she possibly do with a few polite questions? Is she trying to remind

Maybe that’s that.

that Zachary was dating Nancy and that

other words, Nancy was

to her feet, planning to look for Zachary to get him to

he finds the flower, he’ll be able to save his beloved princess. Although it was cold here,

chair, telling the children a fantasy tale

in odd poses—some were sprawling and lying down—as they listened

right. I’d read this book before, and I remember that the little prince goes to

The little prince isn’t looking for Angel’s Flower, but a sapphire.

many questions?” Robbie chided them as he cut them off. “It’s more original if Daddy

lowered their

that’s right.