Mistaking the CEO for a Gigolo novel Chapter 1825

Chapter 1825 The Honest Truth

Bristled by his incessant nagging, Evan regarded Davin once more as though the latter was mental and even suggested that Levant should seek some professional help so that Davin could get his head checked.

As startled as Levant was, he nodded and played along. “Sure. I’ll get him to a qualified psychiatrist first thing tomorrow!”

Agape and speechless, Davin considered protesting aloud for a moment. On second thoughts, forget it! It wouldn’t make a difference, as Evan isn’t going to believe me anyway. Who knows, maybe he might think me beyond remedy and even have me committed to a sanitarium instead!

Seeking to test Evan to see if he really had no impression of Nicole, Levant purposefully brought up things about Stephen and things that had happened at the estate from time to time.

He was surprised that all of these eluded Evan, who even asked, “Isn’t Stephen your stepfather? I vaguely remember my mother mentioning this before.”

After some consideration, Levant decided to tell him the honest truth. “Stephen’s my stepfather, but he’s also your father-in-law!”

Father-in-law?

Evan reacted with some skepticism. “Is he Shermaine’s father? Never heard her mention this before! As a guardian on Daemonic Mount, how could she possibly have any relation to Sir Musgrave?”

Levant met his counterpart’s earnest expression with exasperation. Bah, forget it. What’s the point of arguing with a man whose head is all messed up?

“Shush up and sleep!”

Levant flipped himself over and shut his eyes.

Evan looked at Davin to his left and Levant to his right. As he regarded their turned backs, he thought about what they said.

What’s going on here? Could there be something wrong with both of them? Looks like I should have Draven and Damien pay more attention to this.

By the time they roused the next day, Damien and Jeremy already had breakfast ready. It was a simple fare but adequate as sustenance.

Before they were able to tuck into it though, a fervent rapping came upon the door.

“Hello? Is anyone in there?”

“Who is it?”