Mistaking the CEO for a Gigolo novel Chapter 528

Davin entered the dining room and walked over to his seat. The kitchen had prepared a feast for them that night. Eagerly, he picked up his fork and sampled a piece of beef. All it took was one bite, and he spat that out immediately as well.

It was horrendously bitter.

Davin sampled the fruit on the platter next to him, only to be met by that same bitterness in his mouth.

Refusing to give up, he grabbed the beverage Juan was about to have and took a swig from the bottle. Still, the bitterness assaulted his senses relentlessly. After a while, he groaned dejectedly. “Christ, is my life not bitter enough already? You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

He looked at Sheila and Nicole briefly before speaking. “Did the doctor say when my sense of taste will return?”

“No, but he did mention something else. You didn’t just lose your sense of taste, but he also warned us that you might experience some hallucinations.”

“What do you mean by, ‘hallucinations’?”

Davin was astonished at the revelation, staring at the two women dumbfoundedly. Suddenly, he saw Maya creep over to the potted plant, spoon in hand, only to begin shoving dirt into her mouth in large gulps.

“Maya, you can’t eat soil!”

Maya only grinned at him and continued anyway.

“Nicole, aren’t you going to say something? Your child is eating dirt, for god’s sake!”

Nicole clenched her fists and pretended not to notice. She had a charade to continue.

“What do you mean? She’s sitting right here, eating her food. What is this nonsense about dirt?”

“She’s right there, by the bonsai plant!”

He turned over to look at her again, only to see that Maya had disappeared.

Davin felt panic course through his veins. Was that a hallucination?

Maya then wiped her mouth clean and promptly returned to her spot at the dining table.

Davin looked at her in surprise. “Maya, did you eat dirt just now?”

Maya shook her head and pulled a face. “Of course not! Dirt can’t be eaten!”

Davin’s face fell after hearing Maya’s response.

He sat there, frozen in his seat as he tried to process what happened. When he looked up, he saw Nina sneaking over to a pillow on the sofa. She opened it and took out the fluffy white cotton, eating it with relish.

“Nina, stop! You can’t eat that!”

Kyle rolled his eyes and replied, “What’s wrong with eating shrimp?”