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Mistaking the CEO for a Gigolo novel Chapter 37

“That’s still too dangerous.”

“It’ll be fine. I’ve completely familiarized myself with that villa by now, so I won’t be discovered. Trust in my intelligence and abilities, Mommy!” Juan replied confidently.

She stared at her son for a few short seconds before caving in. Reaching out to rub his head, she warned him, “Just remember to be careful!”

“Yeah!”

Gathering her equipment, the mother and son took a taxi to Hillside Villa.

 

To be on the safe side, Juan got out of the car a shorter distance away from the villa. Nicole only exited after the taxi stopped right in front of the building.

 

It took a lot of effort for her to even reach the living room. The pain coming from her feet was reaching the realm of excruciating and she felt like she was about to die from it. Beads of sweat dotted her forehead. She did not even have the energy to look at Evan as she collapsed on the couch.

Evan’s eyes narrowed dangerously.

 

She’s being extremely rude!

“Who said you could have a seat?”

 

The moment his cold voice rang out, rage boiled within Nicole. She was sorely tempted to curse the man six ways to Sunday.

However, she knew that she could not afford to have an unreserved argument with the man. No, she had to be smart about this!

Struggling hard to reign in her temper, she plastered a pitiful look on her face before she raised her head to meet his gaze. “Mr. Seet, I’ve injured my feet and they hurt terribly. I honestly couldn’t bear standing a moment longer!”

She slowly raised her legs to place her feet on the coffee table. “Look at how serious my injuries are!”

His dark eyes soon focused in on her feet. “How did you hurt them?”

She froze. There was no way that she could tell him the truth! Thinking quickly, she decided that a partial truth would be the best option here. “I had accidentally stepped on something that I shouldn’t have.”

“Which was?”

 

“Rocks!”

“You injured yourself this badly by stepping on rocks? What a weirdo!”

“Well, more like gravel. Why don’t you try running barefoot on those sharp, tiny rocks yourself!”

Furrowing his brows, Evan snorted and answered flippantly, “I’m not crazy, unlike a certain someone. Or is there another reason for your masochistic actions?”

She blinked and spluttered in outrage, “Y-you! I’m not crazy! I didn’t have a choice on the matter!”

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