Mistaking the CEO for a Gigolo novel Chapter 1270

Levant smiled in response. If only it is that easy to move on. I… I guess I will try to do so.

“Nina, let’s go!” He turned around and left Nepenthe Valley with Nina. Three years later.

At the Seet Residence, Davin looked gloomily at his son, who had never won in a fight, and he sighed.

“Zayden, I don’t want to nag you, but you should be brave and strong. How can you not win her? You should be a man.”

Zayden was rubbing his hands in confusion. He looked up at Davin, trying to understand what Davin meant by being brave and strong and also a man.

Davin couldn’t help but frown at Zayden’s expression. He looked at Sheila, who was enjoying her roasted pumpkin seeds at one side, and said, “Look at him.”

“What’s wrong?”

Sheila walked up to Zayden and looked at him. “He’s doing fine, isn’t he? What do you want me to look at?”

“Look at him rubbing his fingers and his eyes when he’s looking at me. Don’t those timid eyes remind you of Maya when she was younger?” He then looked at Zayden again. “The more I look at him, the more I see the resemblance!”

That chubby Maya when she was younger?

Sheila frowned and looked carefully. “I don’t see it. My son is calm and steady. I think he resembles Kyle more.”

“You must be joking. Kai used to defy me so much when he was younger, but Zayden can’t even fight Joy. We should have named him something that represents bravery so that he grows up into a fearless man!”

“Davin, can you stop thinking about fighting anyone? Zayden’s name was a family decision. Moreover, he’s three months younger than Joy. What’s there to be embarrassed about for not defeating Joy?”

Sheila picked Zayden up in her arms and squeezed his cheek a little before kissing it. “Look at how adorable he is.”

“Adorable? Joy is the definition of adorable. I think she’s even more adorable than Nina and Maya when they were younger.”

“Davin, why are you praising other children instead of yours? Zayden is hungry. You should go and prepare his milk.”

Davin looked into Zayden’s widened eyes. “Do you want your milk?”