THE BILLIONAIRE'S UNEXPECTED NANNY

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little to calm the storm clouds in my head. The impending custody dispute and the concern that per

. I got out of bed because I felt warm and reminded that maybe there was still hope. I wore the unifor

tanding at the island with a smear of flour on her face and her hair tied back in a loose ponytail. She was rolling out dou

prinkled with flour. "We're going to make pancakes! We c

ded her voice. "And we will a

ve felt strange, yet this scenario did. With real affe

she uttered it made the tightness in my che

. The stress from last night was still there,

led the girls, her voice full of kind encouragement, even though my thoughts was already racing over the da

w," she remarked, with a playful tone, "you're welcome to

and laughed quietl

danced. "Of course. a well known t

ld create one, Daddy! "

age, but flipping pancakes was a new experience. However, I was inspired to attempt by the

wn my cup. I said, "All right,

he area next her. "Greetings from Pancake University," she jo

lowed the directions of two very serious young girls who were teaching me the skill of properly mixing the batter and ensuring that

sense of pride in my chest. Zoe and I exchanged a hidden grin as soon as I saw her eyes. I almos

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ying it as much as I did. The children were thrilled to have their dad join in on

g. It was evident to me that he was under a lot of pressure to be all they required. In a

hing. With his sleeves still pulled up, Marcus was drying the dishes I gave him while st

cerely. Because of... everything. I don

softly said, "You're trying your hardest." "A

n his hands with slow, meticulous strokes. So quietly that I

now he wasn't as alone as he thought. However, conscious of the f

n or a billionaire is not something they see. They are seen by their father,

harged with an unidentified substance as the time dragged on. Th

drawbridge. He placed down the towel, muttered

d the armor when the walls had risen again. I was unable to think about it, howe

e wiping my hands on the towel. Fortunately, the girls had fled t

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sion on her face. In addition to sporting a couture outfit that maximum probable fee extra than a few people's month-to-month

oorframe, she drewled, "Mar

aret." Who do I owe this

n a charming yet unflattering tone. "You realize that you can't hide them from me.

"You can't just show up without warning," I remarked calmly. "They

" Marcus said. The court will also determine that they belong with

e was a quiet gasp before I could reply. When I turned around, I saw

er, she arched an eyebrow precis

tical gaze to be impressive. Calmly, she introduc

ontracted. "A new nanny?" With a rapacious grin on her fac

d. In a strict but kind tone, she said, "The girls are happy."

orced a cheesy grin. "Obviously," she

on, I watched as Zoe guided Margaret to the living room. The crisis h

I followed them: this was f