Mistaking the CEO for a Gigolo

Since the children were repulsed by Susan’s presence, they rushed through their dinner before disappearing upstairs.

Susan did not care about what they thought of her. All she cared about was how Evan was treating Nicole.

The way he looked at Nicole was different—a realization that had Susan feeling distinctly uncomfortable.

After they finished dinner, Susan told Nicole she wanted to have a look upstairs. This was the first time she had been here and she wanted to see how Imperial Garden differed from Hillside Villa.

Nicole did not even think twice before agreeing to her request.

The two women headed to the second floor. When Susan caught sight of the photo in the master bedroom, her fingers curled into fists by her sides.

She purposely let out a loud sigh before commenting, “You really do look a lot like Evan’s ex-girlfriend.”

“That’s Evan’s ex-girlfriend?”

Susan turned to look at Nicole with teary eyes, nodding. “Yeah. Unfortunately, she was involved in a car accident a few years ago and died tragically. Evan felt the kids were too young to lose their mother so he’s been trying his very best to find someone who looks a lot like her. He’s hoping to find a substitute who would be willing to look after the kids.”

So Evan has been treating me as a substitute all along. No wonder he looks at me with such affection! He’s taking me for someone else!

an inexplicable sense of disappointment coiled

Susan grabbed one of her hands in both of her own. “Ms. Lane, maybe you could stay here and be her substitute? You could look after the children while also helping Evan deal with his regret. As long as you’re willing to do this and do it well, I’ll definitely make it

to be a substitute? I’m the daughter of a duke! I have my own feelings—my own path to walk. Why should I stay here and be the substitute for a dead

that because I’ll be going back to K

lot of value in his relationships. He’s always felt regretful of his ex’s death. Please don’t

affection he shows me is not specifically aimed at me. I’m just a

that he won’t cross the

“That’s great.”

words had successfully planted the idea of

that she wasn’t hallucinating when she saw the affection in Evan’s gaze. The truth was that he had

of this had

you think of me as a substitute

and turned in the bed, her mind going a mile per minute as she planned her return to

really did like the children a lot, she was entitled to living her own

bed and made her way to the

Just as she was about to head downstairs, she abruptly stopped in