Mistaking the CEO for a Gigolo

Evan remained silent.

He raised a brow and threw a look at the maids, who nodded in understanding. Entrusting the rest into his servants’ hands, he held Nicole’s hand and led her upstairs.

Levant’s angry demands could be heard behind them. “What do you think you’re doing? Let go of me! I can leave on my own! I said, let go of me!”

As he was whisked away from the living room, Levant shouted one last time towards Evan, “I’ll remember this, Evan Seet! You better watch your back!”

Nicole glanced back at Levant as they made their way upstairs. For a moment, she felt somewhat bad for him.

“Do you really have to do it this way? He’s your cousin, your mother’s nephew, after all… “ she asked while looking up at Evan.

“You’re speaking up for him?”

Evan’s reply sounded nonchalant, but she could tell there was a subtle hint of jealousy.

She kept quiet. She didn’t want him to end up doing something reckless out of jealousy. It’s best to not say anything more and risk provoking him further.

“If we showed him hospitality, he’ll come here everyday,” he added.

Only then she understood why Evan did that. He was trying to prevent Levant from crossing his boundaries.

It would indeed become a nuisance if he really were to show up everyday.

better that

approving smile at

face put on a

could tell that he’d undoubtedly had an awful time at the

Didn’t they invite you to stay for dinner or something?” she

a warning glare

by the silent treatment, Avril followed closely behind. “You’ve

accurate speculation had only

death stare. “Mind your own business. You’re surely one to talk… Didn’t you intoxicate yourself and throw yourself into someone’s arms in the middle of the night? You know the

of horror

did he know about that? It must’ve been someone from

who could it have

would have so mercilessly exposed

told you about that?” she questioned without hiding

he had an idea. If he were to pin the blame on the man she liked, perhaps it would help extinguish all

hating him. That way, it could help her let go of her feelings towards that person. That would be a

decided to make the duke a

was my adoptive father, the very man you liked, who said it himself,” he uttered plainly as he entered the room and slammed the door shut

on the same spot, flustered by what

simply told

sudden chill shot through her body. It felt as if a big, ugly scar on her body had been exposed to the entire world, and it had become the center of attention that had drawn criticisms