Mistaking the CEO for a Gigolo

“Please have some tea.”

“Thank you.”

Levant sat on the old sofa and sipped his tea. This taste… he found it hard to drink as he was not used to it.

He put the teacup down and looked at Tiffany. “I would like to ask you for a favor.”

“What is it?” she asked and added, “Please go ahead. I will help you. You saved my life that day; I owe you a favor.”

He did not beat around the bush, either.

“I need you to cover for me, to temporarily be my girlfriend. Do you understand what I mean by that?”

Temporarily cover for him.

She went silent for a moment. “Yes. Don’t worry, I won’t overthink.”

“Good. I need you to come with me somewhere right now; I will bring you back home later.”

Reluctantly, she looked at the bedroom. “My child is still sleeping. If I leave…”

open. Avril walked in to

thought that she came at the right time. He asked her to take care

consent for lifetime access to

stay for as long as she wanted at the winery and

the child who was sound asleep and

to coax children as she grew up as a proper lady. She would not know what to do if

tremendously nervous, yet she patiently asked

that I should keep in mind? Or is there

child… Say

Tiffany was startled.

of her shirt and reminded herself that she was merely posing as his girlfriend. They would not have anything to do with each

When she saw the magnificent-looking European manor, her heart skipped

afford such luxury even if she worked

of her status. The gap between them was as wide as birds from fish

as she walked. She asked Levant quietly, “Are there any rules or etiquettes to follow? Will I embarrass

her. The thought of buying her decent

 However,

worries. This

relieved