Mistaking the CEO for a Gigolo

Since the children were repulsed by Susan’s presence, they rushed through their dinner before disappearing upstairs.

Susan did not care about what they thought of her. All she cared about was how Evan was treating Nicole.

The way he looked at Nicole was different—a realization that had Susan feeling distinctly uncomfortable.

After they finished dinner, Susan told Nicole she wanted to have a look upstairs. This was the first time she had been here and she wanted to see how Imperial Garden differed from Hillside Villa.

Nicole did not even think twice before agreeing to her request.

The two women headed to the second floor. When Susan caught sight of the photo in the master bedroom, her fingers curled into fists by her sides.

She purposely let out a loud sigh before commenting, “You really do look a lot like Evan’s ex-girlfriend.”

“That’s Evan’s ex-girlfriend?”

Susan turned to look at Nicole with teary eyes, nodding. “Yeah. Unfortunately, she was involved in a car accident a few years ago and died tragically. Evan felt the kids were too young to lose their mother so he’s been trying his very best to find someone who looks a lot like her. He’s hoping to find a substitute who would be willing to look after the kids.”

So Evan has been treating me as a substitute all along. No wonder he looks at me with such affection! He’s taking me for someone else!

as an inexplicable

here and be her substitute? You could look after the children while also helping Evan deal with

have my own feelings—my own path to walk. Why should I stay here and be the substitute for a

can’t agree to that because I’ll be going

places a lot of value in his relationships. He’s always felt regretful of his ex’s death. Please don’t take it to heart if he does anything

shows me is not specifically

and replied, “I trust that he won’t cross the line.

“That’s great.”

had successfully planted the idea of being a substitute in Nicole’s

affection in Evan’s gaze.

of this had

you think of me as a substitute for your

and turned in the bed, her mind going a mile per minute as she planned her return to K Nation. She

children a lot, she was entitled to living her own life. She was not obligated to be

eyes blearily, she crawled out of bed and made her way to the small pantry. To her displeasure, there was no water

to the stairs. Just as she was