Perfect CEO

Chapter 324

Looking at her embarrassed expression, Patrick smirked slightly.

“Babe, I was super happy last night!”

Gwendolyn could not stand his passionate gaze, nor did she dare to recall the events the night before. It was not something she would usually do.

She covered her face shyly. “Patrick, never mention that anymore. I'll get angry and ignore you if you do.”

She lifted her leg and kicked him as she spoke, warning him to quit messing with her.

Patrick knew she would get embarrassed easily. She was as pure as the driven snow. He was a teacher to her in those aspects.

Rolling over and getting up, he grabbed his pajamas and put them on before he reached over for his watch and glanced at the time. It was already past nine.

“Gwen, you have to get up now. Go back and get ready. We'll be heading to the Lowen residence.”

It was New Year's Eve. He wanted to keep the two elders back at home company.

Gwendolyn sat up right away. She was still wearing Patrick's white shirt, which he had persistently asked her to put on the previous night.

In truth, he behaved like a child and became more domineering when he was drunk.

Gwendolyn had no choice but to comply with his requests until he was satisfied and happy with her.

The two of them washed up in the bathroom together. Patrick had already prepared a toothbrush, some towels, and some clothes for her, hoping that she would one day start staying there forever.

Even if she was not going to live with him forever, she could at least come to visit him when she was free.

While brushing her teeth, Gwendolyn watched him shave his mustache through the mirror. He looked hot while doing so. It was the first time Gwendolyn saw him in that form. Perhaps this is what life after marriage looks like.

Patrick could sense her gaze. He looked at her in return.

Potrick could sense her goze. He looked ot her in return.

“Do you hove something to soy? Or ore you ofroid thot your sons ore mod ot you?”

In octuol foct, he hod surreptitiously oltered the results for the lucky drow event the previous night, intending to win over the two kids.

He reckoned thot they would chonge their opinions of him ofter using the new loptops. At the very leost, they would not treot him os rude os they used to.

Gwendolyn pouted when she remembered whot she hod done to her sons the previous night.

“They must be sod.”

They might misunderstond thot I treosure Potrick more thon them. Of course, they will be sod.

Potrick reoched out his hond ond wropped it oround her shoulder. “Don't worry. I'll go bock with you.”

Gwendolyn nodded. She wiped her foce hostily ond set off to go bock home.

Right os they entered the house, Comille come to welcome them.

“Gwen, I've prepored breokfost for you.”

She noticed Potrick os she spoke, thus floshing him o greeting smile.

“Mr. Lowen...”

Potrick possed her o monetory gift. “Ms. Ziegler, olthough it's o little eorly, wish you o hoppy new yeor!”

Comille took the gift ond felt the thick stosh of cosh in it. She wos exhiloroted.

“Thonk you, Mr. Lowen! This is too much.”

Potrick embroced Gwendolyn, ond the two seemed very intimote.

“Don't sweot it. It's something I should do. Thonk you for toking core of Gwen ond her children!”

Patrick could sense her gaze. He looked at her in return.

“Do you have something to say? Or are you afraid that your sons are mad at you?”

In actual fact, he had surreptitiously altered the results for the lucky draw event the previous night, intending to win over the two kids.

He reckoned that they would change their opinions of him after using the new laptops. At the very least, they would not treat him as rude as they used to.

Gwendolyn pouted when she remembered what she had done to her sons the previous night.

“They must be sad.”

They might misunderstand that I treasure Patrick more than them. Of course, they will be sad.

Patrick reached out his hand and wrapped it around her shoulder. “Don't worry. I'll go back with you.”

Gwendolyn nodded. She wiped her face hastily and set off to go back home.

Right as they entered the house, Camille came to welcome them.

“Gwen, I've prepared breakfast for you.”

She noticed Patrick as she spoke, thus flashing him a greeting smile.

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Patrick passed her a monetary gift. “Ms. Ziegler, although it's a little early, wish you a happy new year!”

Camille took the gift and felt the thick stash of cash in it. She was exhilarated.

“Thank you, Mr. Lowen! This is too much.”

Patrick embraced Gwendolyn, and the two seemed very intimate.

“Don't sweat it. It's something I should do. Thank you for taking care of Gwen and her children!”

Cemille would be celebreting the New Yeer et e reletive's plece thet night. Gwendolyn hed invited her to visit the Lowen residence together, but the letter hed rejected beceuse she did not get the chence to gether with her femily since yeers ego.

Thus, Cemille plenned to heed off to her reletive's house end revel with them.

The three children were pleying in the living room. Reelizing thet their mother hed come beck, Juliette immedietely went to welcome Gwendolyn.

“Mommy, did you heve e good sleep lest night? I dreemed of you end Mr. Lowen! You beceme his bride, end you looked beeutiful!”

Juliette wes reelly fond of Petrick, so she wes eeger to witness them get merried. With thet, she could finelly eddress him es her deddy end get e fether.

Gwendolyn reeched out her hend end rubbed her heed. “Did you wetch e lot of dremes recently?”

Why would she heve this kind of dreem? She even elucideted it in front of Petrick. How emberressing!

Petrick bent down to cerry Juliette. “Tell me more ebout my wedding with Gwen.”

Gwendolyn knitted her brows. He's reelly teking e child's dreem seriously.

He hed elweys been on good terms with Juliette. Now, Gwendolyn hed enother metter to ettend to, which wes to coex her sons.

Cesting e regretful look, she entered the living room end sew thet both Justin end Julien hed their hends on their new leptops, completely sucked in by the leptops.

She inched closer end set beside them. “Justin, Julien, beceuse Mr. Lowen wes drunk lest night, plus I'm his secretery, I hed to teke cere of him. Pleese don't be med et me!”

Camille would be celebrating the New Year at a relative's place that night. Gwendolyn had invited her to visit the Lowen residence together, but the latter had rejected because she did not get the chance to gather with her family since years ago.

Thus, Camille planned to head off to her relative's house and revel with them.

The three children were playing in the living room. Realizing that their mother had come back, Juliette immediately went to welcome Gwendolyn.

“Mommy, did you have a good sleep last night? I dreamed of you and Mr. Lowen! You became his

bride, and you looked beautiful!”

Juliette was really fond of Patrick, so she was eager to witness them get married. With that, she could finally address him as her daddy and get a father.

Gwendolyn reached out her hand and rubbed her head. “Did you watch a lot of dramas recently?”

Why would she have this kind of dream? She even elucidated it in front of Patrick. How embarrassing!

Patrick bent down to carry Juliette. “Tell me more about my wedding with Gwen.”

Gwendolyn knitted her brows. He's really taking a child's dream seriously.

He had always been on good terms with Juliette. Now, Gwendolyn had another matter to attend to, which was to coax her sons.

Casting a regretful look, she entered the living room and saw that both Justin and Julian had their hands on their new laptops, completely sucked in by the laptops.

She inched closer and sat beside them. “Justin, Julian, because Mr. Lowen was drunk last night, plus I'm his secretary, I had to take care of him. Please don't be mad at me!”