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…

you that?”

Nicole answered without a

It was a unique feeling

time and reminisce everything

“Alright! Dig in; don’t wait until it gets cold. Eat

hands only grew tighter around Nicole’s waist. She had to coax him like how she would a child for quite a while before he

home-cooked meal together, just the

suddenly want to cook?” Evan asked

rarely ever cooked, so she understood where he was

want to do all I can for the family while I

kept her thoughts

taste? If you want, I can make it for you every day,” Nicole brushed the question aside with

not mind having that every day, but he did not want his wife to overwork. “Once

about something else? Is there anything you feel like eating? I can make them for you,”