Mistaking the CEO for a Gigolo

He remembered how hard those months without money had been for him. He would feel insecure without money, so he had forced himself to be thrifty.

Sheila patted her fiancé’s shoulder. “I’ve noticed that you’ve changed, Davin. Do you really have to be that cheap?”

That remark made Davin remember how frivolous Sheila could be with her spending.

We’d both be broke if we don’t change this habit of hers.

He looked at her and replied, “Yes! We have to be!”

After sizing the man up, Sheila sighed internally and assumed that Davin was still being haunted by those difficult months he had experienced.

I guess I’ll have to tell the children tomorrow why their once generous uncle turned so thrifty.

They might even learn the virtue of thrift, so it could be a good thing.

Nicole was lying in Evan’s arms as the two cuddled intimately. They felt like comrades-in-arms who had been through life-and-death situations together. Evan played with Nicole’s hair, while she caressed his face with her finger. She smiled softly when she realized that his face exactly matched the one in her memory.

The man stared at her as if he had a lot to say to her but decided not to say anything in the end, for he could feel just how closely connected they were.

as if they could communicate with each other without

each other, Nicole finally broke the

are we going back,

“Whenever you want.”

because she was worried about

with Dad or if she had

Avril refuses to let Dad go, I’m sure he will be helpless

“Let’s have our wedding as soon as possible when we get back. We should ask Sir Musgrave to come with us so that

thought it was a

if Avril insists on coming too, wouldn’t

I guess it’s better to have her where I can see her. Besides, I might even get the chance to figure out why she’s pestering Dad and solve the

I’ll talk

eyes. He moved his slender finger down her snow-white cheek as if he were

soft bed, everything before Nicole’s eyes seemed like a

“Hug me, Evan.”

“Kiss me, Evan.”