Mistaking the CEO for a Gigolo

Blake was speechless. Do you really need to be so guarded against one woman? But he did not dare to voice his opinion, thus, he merely nodded silently and carried out Evan’s orders.

After Nicole was done making the pizza, Kyle took a bite of it happily. The taste was heavenly, even better than those sold in restaurants.

“Eat more if you like it,” Nicole said.

Kyle nodded, reaching for another slice and eating it happily.

Nicole broke into a smile at the sight. She was content just watching Kyle eat, knowing that she was quietly fulfilling her motherly duties to Kyle and that was satisfying.

Near noon, Mrs. Seet suddenly called Nicole to inform her about Evan’s favorite dishes, asking her to prepare them for him.

Nicole was quite speechless with the request. She had no problem cooking those dishes, but whether Evan was willing to eat her food was another matter entirely.

Won’t it just be a waste of time and ingredients?

However, if Nicole wanted to continue taking care of Kyle, she needed to comply with Mrs. Seet’s requests. So obediently, Nicole washed her hands before retrieving the ingredients from the fridge. She started to cook after taking a deep breath.

She asked Kyle what he wanted to eat as well, so she could cook it for him too.

By noon, she needed to return home to take care of her remaining three children. She left before Evan returned home.

Nicole looked at the dishes she had made pensively and reminded Blake. “Don’t tell Mr. Seet that I cooked them.

food to be thrown away immediately if he knew Nicole was the one who prepared them.

dishes artfully on the dining table. Looking at the exquisite dishes, he felt his mouth started to water. Blake never expected Ms. Tussaud to be

definitely

parked his Maybach properly before hurrying to ask Blake about

just laughed coldly when he heard the report. He

walked into the dining room, he frowned when he

have a

deliver these dishes

tempting him to pick a piece up with his fork. When

the table were as delicious as the beef stew. Evan was a notoriously picky eater, but even he could not help but enjoy a second

dig in with relish, Blake felt a sense of delight. If Ms. Tussaud continued taking care of

Ms. Tussaud like she was a petty thief. As far as he knew, Ms. Tussaud was

Evan put down his empty plate. Evan asked, “Are the cameras

always been good, Mr. Seet. The cameras have been installed since this

“Very good.”

one trick or another. With

to do now was