Mistaking the CEO for a Gigolo

Blake was speechless. Do you really need to be so guarded against one woman? But he did not dare to voice his opinion, thus, he merely nodded silently and carried out Evan’s orders.

After Nicole was done making the pizza, Kyle took a bite of it happily. The taste was heavenly, even better than those sold in restaurants.

“Eat more if you like it,” Nicole said.

Kyle nodded, reaching for another slice and eating it happily.

Nicole broke into a smile at the sight. She was content just watching Kyle eat, knowing that she was quietly fulfilling her motherly duties to Kyle and that was satisfying.

Near noon, Mrs. Seet suddenly called Nicole to inform her about Evan’s favorite dishes, asking her to prepare them for him.

Nicole was quite speechless with the request. She had no problem cooking those dishes, but whether Evan was willing to eat her food was another matter entirely.

Won’t it just be a waste of time and ingredients?

However, if Nicole wanted to continue taking care of Kyle, she needed to comply with Mrs. Seet’s requests. So obediently, Nicole washed her hands before retrieving the ingredients from the fridge. She started to cook after taking a deep breath.

She asked Kyle what he wanted to eat as well, so she could cook it for him too.

By noon, she needed to return home to take care of her remaining three children. She left before Evan returned home.

Seet that I cooked them. If he doesn’t eat them, then

order all the food to be thrown away immediately if he knew Nicole was the

the other helpers to arrange the dishes artfully on the dining table. Looking at the exquisite dishes, he felt his mouth started to water. Blake never expected Ms. Tussaud to be able to cook

would definitely enjoy this

his Maybach properly before hurrying to ask Blake about

truthfully, sparing no detail. Evan just laughed coldly when he heard the report. He refused to believe that woman

frowned when he saw the mouthwatering array of dishes arranged

have

sir. Mrs. Seet specially sent someone over to deliver these dishes for you.” Blake delivered the

gaze drawn by the beef stew in front of him. The beef cutlets were coated in the velvety gravy, tempting him to pick a piece up with his fork. When he bit into the

stew. Evan was

Tussaud continued taking care of

was just confused as to why Evan insisted on guarding himself so carefully against Ms. Tussaud like she was a petty thief.

put down his empty plate.

efficiency has always been good, Mr. Seet.

“Very good.”

or another. With these newly

now was just waiting