Mistaking the CEO for a Gigolo

Chapter 1355 Changing Wives

Sheila proceeded to study Davin with a strange look in her eyes. Uneasy at her scrutiny, Davin likewise used the same peculiar gaze to eyeball her.

After the two of them had stared at each other for some time, Sheila abruptly giggled.

Surprise inundated Davin. “Why are you laughing? Is it because you think that you’ve found a suave and handsome husband whom you find increasingly pleasing the more you look at me and feel buoyed with joy?”

Upon hearing that, Sheila curled her lips in disdain. “I’m just astonished that a good-for-nothing person like you can actually be so philosophical. It looks like you’re not all that bad.”

Disgruntlement swamped Davin. “I don’t like the way you’re speaking of me. I know plenty of philosophical stuff, but I didn’t want to flaunt myself as a nerd. I’m actually keeping a low profile without showing off.”

That remark of his rendered Sheila speechless.

She then scoffed, “Yeah, you’re very low-profiled, so much so that everyone in Y City knows that you’re a good-for-nothing who loves drinking and brawling!”

“Well, you still like me despite my flaws, no? Since we were in kindergarten, you pursued me relentlessly.”

I was truly ignorant in my youth and

brows knitted together. Hmm, she’s actually going as far as denigrating herself just

been not quite

her hands at her hips, she shot daggers at him. “I gave you gave

started it first. I was merely following your lead! How is that wrong?” Davin argued, feigning an innocent

belittle myself, but not you! Apologize right this

“No way!”

against me now. You must be yearning

doggedly. Why have things changed after we got married? After having Zayden, especially, your status at home skyrocketed. Every so often, you threaten to teach me a lesson and

is finally elevated after having a son, and I’ve got your mother backing me up, I naturally have to take it back out on you! Oh yes, do you still remember the three promises your parents gave me the night before we registered our marriage, Davin? That’s no different from your slave contract. You’re mine now, so you’ve got to do everything I ask

had Sheila’s words fallen than a feather duster was

“Here, Mommy!”

that, everyone was

your father, brat! Your biological father!