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.

snacks. When he heard the kids’ laughter, he was reminded of his

a happy childhood. Some had even become drifters and lived in slums, while some had to

grow up to be sensitive and vulnerable. All they knew was to take and never

Those would know how to give out love and warmth, and

strong people, while some might never change. Change was a perpetual process, and it would take a lifetime

a young voice called out

Alpha holding a glass of juice. Beta was holding some snacks, while Gamma was holding a book. All of them came up

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

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

book.” Gamma placed the book on the table. “I don’t know a lot of the words in there,

War? I thought it was

the courtyard, Daddy.