Mistaking the CEO for a Gigolo

Evan’s gratitude made Nicole feel a lot better. Things really had been hard in the past year.

“Your children are incredibly mischievous and cunning. It truly has been rather difficult to look after them. If you want to repay me then arrange for me to stay in a good hotel for the next few days.”

This isn’t an outrageous request at all for taking care of your kids for a year!

At this, Nina instantly piped up that she wanted to stay with Nicole. Beside her, Maya nodded as well.

Having always been a boy of few words, Kyle used his actions to express his intentions as he moved to stand beside Nicole.

Grinning slyly, Juan suggested, “It’s not comfortable to stay in a hotel at all! Daddy, is anyone living at Imperial Garden? Why don’t we all stay together at Imperial Garden?”

Of course there was no one staying at Imperial Garden.

That place was Nicole’s.

Evan did not even need to think about it as he nodded. “Okay, I’ll take all of you there.”

Nicole was honestly perplexed by the man. How can he agree to let them continue living with me? Isn’t he going to bring them home to enjoy a luxurious life?

children stuck like glue to her sides, escorting

stepped foot inside the yard, a wave of hazy images flashed through her mind. The images seemed connected to this yard

rose in her and she wondered if she had been to a similar yard before

she had barely taken a seat when Nina sped upstairs. A few seconds later, the little girl zoomed over to her before

the room, the family photo of Nicole, Evan and the four kids on

the photo out to Nicole, who was shocked to see who was

photo looks

in the eyes as she replied, “That’s

“It’s me?”

her, why had Stephen never mentioned anything before? What about her engagement to Levant? How did

look! All the clothes in the closet are your favorite styles and

see that it was indeed her preferred styles and colors. What was even stranger was the sense of familiarity that niggled at her as she stared

a hand to stroke a pink skirt that caught her attention. The instant her fingers brushed against the fabric, another jumbled series of images appeared in her

yet they seemed hazy and unreal. When she tried to focus on those images, her head

“Mommy, what’s wrong!”

“I’m fine.”