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!

her fingers as an inexplicable sense of disappointment coiled in

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

should I stay here and be the substitute for a dead person? I would have to be crazy to do something

because I’ll be

tightened her grip on Nicole’s hand. “Evan is a man who places a lot of value in his relationships. He’s always felt regretful of his ex’s death. Please don’t take it to heart if he does anything untoward to you in the next few

me is not specifically aimed at me. I’m just a substitute

blandly and replied, “I trust that he won’t cross the line. Don’t worry,

“That’s great.”

planted the idea of being a substitute in

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

thought of this had

you! How dare you think of me as

tossed and turned in the bed, her mind going a mile per minute as she planned her return to K Nation. She wanted to end her life

she was entitled to living her own life. She was not obligated to

she crawled out of bed and made

and made her way to the stairs. Just as she was about to head downstairs,