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.”

Rest well, then,” Nancy said

do with a few polite questions? Is she trying

Maybe that’s that.

call, Charlotte had indeed been reminded that Zachary was dating Nancy and that she should be more firm in keeping

words, Nancy was asserting

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

princess. Although it was

the children a fantasy tale with his

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

the side and said, “Daddy, this isn’t right. I’d read this book before, and I remember that the little prince goes to the moon and not a

Angel’s Flower, but

story. Why do you have so many questions?” Robbie chided them as he cut them off. “It’s more original if Daddy changes it

Ellie lowered their

right. Go on, Angry