Mistaking the CEO for a Gigolo

Ouch, that hurts!

Tears welled up in Maya’s eyes as she forced herself to endure the pain. Three seconds later, however, she burst into a loud wail and started crying.

Nicole quickly dashed over. Picking Maya up and dusting the mud off her face, she asked worriedly, “Maya, are you hurt? Do you feel any pain?”

Plaintively, Maya pointed at her flabby arm and her thick calves before gesturing at her chubby cheeks. “Mommy, am I going to be disfigured?”

Nina squatted down and looked carefully at the wound on her face. “No! You don’t have to worry with me around. If you do become disfigured, I’ll be able to draw an even prettier face on you.”

Hearing this, Maya felt reassured. She wiped away her tears and turned abruptly to Nina. In a serious voice, she insisted, “I’m pretty even now.”

“You are! Maya’s the prettiest girl on earth.”

After being consoled by Nicole for a while, Maya finally broke into a smile.

Looking at the flowers in the garden, Nina exclaimed with sparkling eyes, “I say! These are the prettiest flower beds I’ve ever seen.”

Turning to look at Nicole, she said, “Mommy, can I pluck one flower to wear in my hair?”

Nicole thought for a while before answering, “Yes, but just one, alright? Don’t go overboard.”

“Yes, Mommy.”

looked down at the colorful blooms for a long time. In the end, she stretched out her hand and reached

to close her fingers around its stem, a loud holler sounded behind her and scared her half to death. “No plucking of flowers is

around, she found herself gazing into Evan’s eyes. His face

so angry before. Like a frightened

expected this angry reaction from Evan. She ran over to explain, “Mr. Seet, Nina really likes flowers. Since there are so many of them

Huffily, Evan replied, “No.”

Couldn’t he

this place, and it appeared as though he treasured

over to Nina and

“Here you go, Nina.”

roared, gritting his

Since Juan has allowed us to live here with him, you have no business telling us

“…”

yet, and she was already going against

kids would probably turn this whole

in

“I’m not going

“…”

veins. This woman was