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With a glass of water in one hand and medication in the other, Gwendolyn sat by the bed, wearing a
vibrant smile.
Patrick was captivated by the sight of her. Getting sick is well worth the trouble. At the very least,
Gwendolyn is not just super patient but gentle with me.
All of a sudden, he felt that being sick for a few more days was a brilliant idea.
That way, he could continue to see this side of her and enjoy the care she showered on him.
“No one would be interested.”
With that, he frowned at the medication in her hand.
The expression on his face reminded Gwendolyn of when Juliette refused to take her medicine. Why
do I think of Juliette when I see him? These two are obviously not connected in any way. Perhaps I just
miss my daughter too much.
“Finish your medicine first. I'll buy you the sweet later,” Gwendolyn coaxed warmly.
Narrowing his eyes, Patrick leaned in with his lips puckered.
“This is the sweet I want.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWith that, he planted his lips tightly on hers. Unable to resist the sweet nectar of her gentle lips, he
kissed her deeply a few more times before releasing her.
Blushing intensely, Gwendolyn never knew that was what Patrick meant by “sweet.”
Um...
Patrick stared at the stunned Gwendolyn as he pulled her hand over so that she could feed him the
medicine. Thereafter, he took the glass of water from her hand and downed the medicine with it.
Before Gwendolyn could regain her senses, Patrick's voice rang out again.
“If I wasn't worried about spreading my flu to you, do you think that the 'sweet' would only end with a
few shallow pecks?”
Gwendolyn stood up suddenly, as she instantly knew what he meant by “shallow.”
How deep does he want them? Ahh...
Gwendolyn felt that her mind was getting dirtier as a result of Patrick's influence.
After putting the water aside, she took out a thermometer.
“Open your mouth. I'm going to take your temperature.”
A doubtful look flashed across Patrick's eyes.
Shouldn't she have measured my temperature before giving me the fever medication? Is she out of her
mind?
Embarrassed by the way he looked at her, Gwendolyn pried his mouth open and stuffed the
thermometer in.
“I forgot.”
She felt a little awkward over her carelessness.
At home, she had the help of the other two children whenever Juliette was sick. Both of them naturally
knew what to do, considering how smart they were.
Spoiled by their independence, Gwendolyn had grown increasingly careless.
With the thermometer in his mouth, Patrick gazed deeply at her.
However, Gwendolyn covered his eyes when she couldn't bear his attention any longer.
“Stop looking. At this rate, your gaze will just pierce through me.”
In truth, Patrick's gaze was so intense that no one could stand it.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAt the very least, Gwendolyn couldn't.
Right then, her phone rang. She saw that it was Angeline.
She knitted her brows slightly and wondered if Zayden was kicking up another fuss.
The thought of his eyes saddened her a little. How can someone so kind end up being blind?
She got up to her feet and headed to the balcony to take the call.
“Mrs. Surrington.”
Settling down on the balcony chair, she looked out at the sea. It's beautiful here. Perfect for a holiday.
“Gwendolyn, are you really going to abandon Zayden?”
Angeline threw her son a broken-hearted glance. He had refused to shave and didn't want to eat.
Initially, she had no intention of seeking Gwendolyn's help.
Her pride has gone to her head now. She thinks she's worthy of Zay just because she's the eldest
daughter of the Ashton family. However, has she forgotten that she has given birth to children? No one
wants an unwed mother.
“Mrs. Surrington, I'll visit him when I have the time.”
Now that she was in Avenport, there was no way she could see him even if she wanted to.
“What's that supposed to mean, Gwendolyn? When you have the time? Are you playing hard to get?
Don't forget that I paid you. You have to do as I say.”
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