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.

of snacks. When he heard the kids’ laughter, he was reminded of his own childhood, and suddenly, he thought that he had to make some

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

differently. Some would grow up to be sensitive and vulnerable. All they knew was to

ordeal. Those would know how to give out love and warmth, and they would receive the same

might end up vulnerable but eventually become strong people, while some might never change. Change

called out to him, breaking his

was holding some snacks, while Gamma was holding a book. All of them came up

asked us to send these to you,” Alpha

Beta looked up proudly. “I saved some for Mommy

don’t know a lot

 The Art of War? I thought it was supposed to be a self-help

courtyard, Daddy. Wanna come?” The children stared at