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.

kids’ laughter, he was reminded of

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

of them might share similar childhoods, but they might grow up differently. Some would grow

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

might end up vulnerable but eventually become strong people, while some might never change. Change was a perpetual process, and it would

out to him,

up and saw Alpha holding a glass of juice. Beta was holding some

to you,” Alpha said. “I made

these snacks,” Beta looked up

know a lot of the words in there, but Uncle Zachary

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

going back to the courtyard, Daddy.