Mistaking the CEO for a Gigolo novel Chapter 6

Worry was etched between Evan’s brows. “I understand. I’ll be there soon!”

After ending the call, Evan’s entire demeanor gave off a cold vibe, causing the temperature in the room to drop abruptly.

Nicole shivered, petrified by how he currently looked.

“Change of plans. Letting you die in a car accident is too mild a punishment. You should atone for your sins first.”

Atone for my sins?

What… What does he have in mind?

Nicole was too caught up in her thoughts to notice that Evan had already opened the door and given an order to the bodyguards outside.

“Keep an eye on this woman. Under no circumstances is she allowed to leave this room. And certainly not without my permission.”

Only then did Nicole come back to her senses.

He’s holding me prisoner here! But my three kids are still waiting for me at the dessert shop!

“Hey!”

Before Evan stepped out, she quickly jumped off the bed and chased after him.

However, she was still a step too late.

The door was slammed shut into her face with a loud bang.

…

A silver Rolls-Royce slowly drove up to Hillside Villa, where two rows of maids had already respectfully lined up on both sides of the porch.

“Mr. Seet!” They greeted him in unison.

After Evan slammed the car door shut, he carried two packed boxes of cheesecakes and hurried upstairs with an anxious expression.

“How’s Kyle?” His voice was chilly when he asked his butler, Blake, who was walking beside him.

“He threw up blood again just now…” Blake said, his voice shaking slightly.

“Has he had his medicine?”

Blake heaved a sigh and replied, “Kyle poured it away again.”

Evan paused for a moment and frowned. “Alright.”

Once they were upstairs, Evan realized that Kyle’s room was locked from the inside. He carefully tried turning the doorknob, but it wouldn’t budge.

“I don’t wanna drink it!” A child’s protest came from inside the room.

“Open the door, Kyle. It’s Dad!” Evan urged him in a harsh tone, the command in his voice matching his unyielding stance.

All noise ceased in the room that instant.

Soon after that, the door was unlocked with a clack.

A handsome young boy who resembled a delicate doll stood on the other side of the door. His complexion was pale as he stared at Evan with red-rimmed eyes and an aggrieved pout on his lips.

“I don’t wanna drink the medicine, Dad.”

“Be a good boy, Kyle. You’re sick, so you need to take your medicine to get better.” Evan bent down to caress Kyle’s mop of hair.