Perfect CEO

Chapter 197

Gwendolyn felt relieved when she saw a car coming. However, she was stunned when she heard the man's voice.

How can it be him? Should I hop in the car? Patrick is going to choke me if he finds out that I lied to the driver about his intention to jump from a building.

The Uber driver came out of his car and helped Gwendolyn hold on to Patrick while she was still contemplating.

“Miss, I can give you both a free ride,” said the driver.

The driver was being a busybody. He was curious if anyone had rescued her husband from the building. Regardless, he thought that he would have done a good deed if he managed to save someone today.

Gwendolyn could not bring herself to refuse the driver, seeing that he was so helpful. She could only assist the driver in getting Patrick to his car while smiling awkwardly.

“Thank you so much for helping!”

After she got into the vehicle, the driver closed the door for her.

The driver was in a great mood when he began his drive.

Patrick leaned in close to Gwendolyn and wrapped his arms around her.

He closed his eyes and pretended to be drunk.

The driver observed through the rearview mirror. As expected, pretty women will definitely look for good-looking men. They look like a match made in heaven. Why would the guy think of taking his own life? Did they get into a fight?

The driver kept glancing back through the rearview mirror.

He couldn't help but ask, “Miss, did you have a fight with your husband?”

Gwendolyn shot him a look after he started asking. But somehow, he didn't seem to notice it as he continued, “Young man, when it comes to disagreements with the ladies, men should be more magnanimous and coax their wives rather than drinking or seeking one's own destruction.”

Gwendolyn was speechless at that moment.

She was sick of it. The driver's affection was overwhelming to her.

“Hey, since you were there all the time, did the guy jump from the building?” Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Someone else's voice came through on the driver's walkie-talkie just then.

Gwendolyn quickly covered Patrick's ears to prevent him from listening. She assumed he was still sleeping at that moment.

However, her cold hands woke him up just as he was about to nap for a while more.

Gwendolyn's action seemed ambiguous to Patrick because his ears were his weak spot.

“Don't worry, guys. The guy is sitting in my car right now. I will send them back safely,” said the driver into his walkie-talkie.

“That's good!”

“Tell the young man that where there is life, there is hope.”

“Yeah, man. Things will get better in time.”

Patrick heard that. It was only then did he realize that Gwendolyn had done such an ambiguous action because she didn't want him to listen to their conversation.

Does she actually know the driver? Before we got into the car, she seemed to have told the driver that I wanted to take my own life.

The corners of his mouth curved up when he thought of it.

Patrick liked the word “husband,” but taking his own life didn't go well with him at all, and he didn't like the idea.

Nevertheless, he had an idea and smirked in triumph.

Gwendolyn knitted her brows and wondered why they couldn't stop talking.

She was afraid that Patrick would be pissed off if he knew all of this when he awoke.

“Could you please stop chatting and pay attention to the road? We'll pay you the fare,” said Gwendolyn to the driver.

“Talk to you later. Drive safe,” said the driver into the walkie-talkie.

Gwendolyn took a look at the man who was lying on her chest. His eyes were closed, and his eyelashes were long. He had a straight nose that accentuated his prominent facial features.

Gwendolyn couldn't help but want to touch the man's face.

She had wanted to check to see if he was awake. Yet little did she expect to be carried away by it.

“Don't worry, Miss. I've been driving for decades. I will make certain that you get home safely,” said the driver.