Mistaking the CEO for a Gigolo

Since they were once again in close proximity to one another, she took the opportunity to observe his face closely. Her heart seemed to skip a beat before it began to thump faster, as her blood roared through her veins. She had to admit to herself that his sharp and chiseled features really were like a work of art. It was not a surprise that many women were willing to throw themselves at his feet.

It was just too bad that his expression was always so cold and emotionless.

Even while carrying such an attractive woman like herself, his gaze remained staring ahead fixedly. Never once did his eyes stray to her form. How very vexing! If it weren’t for our children, I would’ve definitely suspected that there was something fundamentally wrong about, seeing as you are a man!

“Do you like my face that much?” his low voice cut into her thoughts easily.

She coughed lightly to hide her embarrassment at getting caught staring at his face. “I’m just curious about why you’re doing this.”

“You’ll find out soon enough.”

A silence ensued.

Nicole’s delicate eyebrows creased in a small frown.

Evan lowered his gaze to look at her, noting how her thin lashes had fluttered like the wings of a butterfly. Her smooth, pale skin seemed to glow with an inner light.

While he was reluctant to actually compliment her, he had to grudgingly admit that she was considered quite a gorgeous woman. The intelligence that shone in her big, doe eyes was rather alluring, a far cry from the normally dull look in most people’s eyes.

However, she had ruthlessly abandoned Kyle, without a moment of hesitation. She had even found another man and had his children.

The softness that had entered his eyes as he took in her beauty vanished in an instant, a murderous intent soon replacing it.

realizing it,

Seet, where are you taking

room and was

he planning now?

scurried through her mind

her worries, he remained silent, with a dark and foreboding expression on his face. The menacing

just what are you intending

and replied with a sneer,

hate you for the rest of your

hard tone in his voice was enough to cut through diamonds, as the dangerous air

She was worried that if she had been one second slower, an ‘accident’ might

to my death. Or maybe I’ll slip into that pond over there and drown.

were a hundred and one ways

her, he

how long are you going

be so impatient. We’re nearly

around warily, taking in her

we going

did not answer her

“B-be careful!”