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.

reminded of his own childhood, and suddenly, he thought that he had

childhood. Some had even become drifters and lived in slums, while some had to be alone for a long time, for their parents were

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

know how

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

called out

glass of juice. Beta was holding some snacks, while Gamma was holding

Charlotte asked us to send these to you,” Alpha said.

picked these snacks,” Beta looked up

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

up. The Art of War? I thought it was supposed to

back to the courtyard, Daddy. Wanna come?”