Mistaking the CEO for a Gigolo

Levant couldn’t help but remember the old times with Nicole back in the Wicked Palace. They had spent so much time together, and she was even willing to marry him at one point.

There was no denying that he hadn’t been completely honest with her. Nevertheless, the indescribable joy filled his heart when she had agreed to marry him and when she had wanted to live together with him even if it was just a decision made on the spur of the moment. Those endearing memories were still fresh in his mind.

Soon, he pulled himself back into reality. The woman in front of his eyes right now was no longer the same Nicole who had almost married him. How he wished he could travel back in time to the days when he still had the chance to realize the wedding. If he had known better, he wouldn’t have let the opportunity slip through his fingers. He would’ve taken Nicole Lane as his rightful wife as soon as he could.

Woe to him for not acting in time.

Perhaps it’s true that sometimes one would only learn his lesson after losing the thing or person who was precious to him. Unfortunately, there was no way to turn back time.

Sometimes, the reality was harsh. The glow in his eyes dimmed as regret took over the happy memories he reminisced about earlier.

In this very moment, the woman he adored so much had become the fiancée of Evan Seet. The soon-to-be wife of his cousin brother.

Nicole felt increasingly uncomfortable with his continuous gaze.

“I’ll go get you some fruits,” she excused herself as she stood up. Levant immediately rose from his seat and reached out a hand towards her.

Can we

even trying to

and cold voice rang from behind. He spun around, and there came Evan

come back all of a sudden? He secretly lamented in his

partial embrace against his shoulder. “What are you trying to talk about with her?”

what the man in front of him was trying to imply. His actions spoke for him.

a brief silence, Levant forced a calm and collected smile. “Oh, I was about to tell her that you both will surely be happy

his answer, Nicole looked up at

of sincerity and agony. His

be happy for sure, so long as you

a second, Levant decided that he no longer needed to be courteous. He settled back onto the couch in a carefree manner. “Come on, am I not welcome in

his eyes slightly, irritated at his question as he thought

at him and replied in a dominating

returned his glare with an adamant look. He remained seated in a

once!” Evan ordered