Mistaking the CEO for a Gigolo

“I still remember the first time you made me this dish in Rose Garden,” Evan recalled as he wrapped his arms around Nicole’s waist, “I had two servings. You said the noodles cost ten a strand, or five hundred per bowl, and the sauce was an extra two hundred. In the end, I paid you a thousand and two hundred.

Nicole was stunned. She was surprised that Evan would remember things from so long ago.

“That’s true, but I had my reasons for doing that. Do you still remember what you did when I tried to borrow something from you?”

Evan raised an eyebrow and rested his chin on Nicole’s shoulder. “I actually don’t,” he rasped.

Nicole turned around and looked at him. “In this case, Mr. Seet, let me remind you. You made me pay you back threefold for consuming your vegetables and seasoning, and tenfold for fish! And how much did you want for the pork again?”

She paused for a few seconds. “It doesn’t matter. Anyway, you were so obnoxious. It’s an eye for an eye! You taught me that!”

Nicole found it amusing and uplifting after letting it all out.

Back then, the two of us created some interesting memories together because of our opposing personalities.

Like the time when we were at the graveyard…

taught you that?” Evan interrupted her

course!” Nicole answered without

their past made Evan feel warm inside. It was a unique feeling that could only have arisen

he could freeze time and reminisce everything

hand, looked at the meatballs and remarked, “Alright! Dig in; don’t wait until it gets cold. Eat as

nodded but his hands only grew tighter around Nicole’s waist. She had to coax him like how she would

two enjoyed the home-cooked meal together, just

do you suddenly want to

ever cooked, so she understood where

happen? I want to do all I can

her thoughts to

just felt like eating my own spaghetti with meatballs today. How’s the taste? If you want, I can make

did not want his wife to overwork. “Once every few days

anything you feel like eating? I can make them