Mistaking the CEO for a Gigolo novel Chapter 1285

“I’m done. Make me another portion, Maya.”

“Nina, it’s not good to overeat. I’ll make you another one later.”

“I want it now. I’m hungry.”

After pondering for a moment, Maya rose to her feet and walked over to Nina with another platter of fruits. She also added some low-fat seasonings and green vegetables to the meal.

“I don’t want to eat these. I want desserts.”

Seeing how Nina was in despair, Maya thought having some desserts might boost her mood. “All right. Wait here. I’ll make some for you.”

Soon, Maya was done baking a chocolate mousse cake. Just when she was about to explain the ingredients she used, Nina started to devour it by taking large bites.

When they were younger, Nina used to comment that Maya never ate like a lady.

However, Maya had no idea that she would witness Nina being like this one day.

“Slow down, Nina. You’ll choke.”

Nina gazed at Maya, thinking she had to eat faster to fill up the hollowness she was feeling on the inside.

After eating a whole cake, Nina burped and returned to her room, rubbing her full belly.

Back in her room, she drew all the curtains, deliberately dimmed the lights, then threw herself on the bed.

She only felt that her head was shrouded in fog. She didn’t want to think about anything nor do anything, and she just wanted to sleep. Soon, she fell asleep.

It was past dinner hour when she woke up. She placed her hand on her chest and knocked on Maya’s door.

“What’s the matter, Nina?” Maya asked gently.

“I want a strawberry cake together with two other desserts. Thank you.”

In the bedroom, Nina gulped down the cake furiously as she still thought about filling up her empty heart.

Right after finishing the cake, she picked up the fork and shoved the other desserts into her mouth. However, before she could chew it, tears suddenly burst out of her eyes.

She had no idea why she suddenly cried, but she felt a terrible pain in her heart as if she was suffocating.

“Nina, you have to be strong. I’ll wait for you.”

Her heart hurt even more whenever Chris’ words began to resound in her mind. She then wiped the tears away clumsily and continued shoving the food down her throat.

When she was done with all the desserts, she lay down on the bed again.

At that moment, she wished she was a robot because robots didn’t have emotions. They wouldn’t feel sad, awful, or heartaches.

Yes. I’m a robot. Stop thinking…