Mistaking the CEO for a Gigolo

“What’s your favorite dish, Kyle? I can instruct the kitchen staff to make that dish specifically for you!”

Juan did not merely want one or two dishes specifically made for him. Rather, he had wanted more variety so that his mother and sisters could have a taste of it too.

Instantly, Jonathan ordered, “Alright, all of you stop eating now! Since Kyle likes them all, he can take them along with him when he leaves.”

Gaping at his father in shock, Davin soon protested, “Dad, this was supposed to be a welcoming party for me! What you’re saying now is that I can’t eat any of these dishes, just so Kyle can bring them home with him? Don’t you think that you’re overreacting a little?”

Jonathan glared at his son in response. “Shut up! As long as Kyle likes it, he can have it!”

Davin grimaced at his father’s rebuke. Why is Dad being so mean? It seems as though he’s acting as if I’m not his biological son!

Evan was equally as surprised.

He reached out to stab at a shrimp, only for Jonathan to bellow, “Put that down! None of you are allowed to eat a single thing from this table!”

Freezing, Evan raised his eyes to meet his father’s. Upon noticing the serious look in them, he obediently placed the shrimp back down.

Juan was absolutely stunned at how Jonathan had pampered and spoiled Kyle as such. His small mouth fell open in shock, as envy towards his brother welled in him.

After that, Jonathan had all the food placed in take-out containers so that ‘Kyle’ could take them home with him.

even get to eat anything, I wouldn’t have bothered to return. I haven’t eaten anything

not exactly young anymore, yet he still doesn’t even have a girlfriend!

Davin was speechless.

me? He used to treat me like a favored guest and now he’s asking me to leave, as though I am an

couldn’t contain the sigh that had left his lips. He should have known that something was up when the little boy

did something happen between us, for you to hold such a grudge

you starve your poor uncle like that? You are one cruel, little

eyes innocently as he stood up before handing him two of the take-out

“Here!”

the older man. From their previous interactions, he had expected the young boy to shoot

But this…

you

on the cheek. “You’re

me? Me?” A

you, Uncle

A kiss and a confession? Am I

to me. I don’t think my poor heart can take

a chubby hand to pinch Davin’s cheek, “Uncle Davin, you should probably eat before the food gets cold.

He stopped before he could finish,