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Chapter 681 Waiting For Him To Come Home
Camille had been living with them all the while, but she hadn't noticed anything off before.
Camille had been living with them all the while, but she hadn't noticed anything off before.
Suzanne was a nice person and was close to Gwendolyn.
Hence, Camille never expected that Suzanne would have an inappropriate relationship with Zayden.
Camille's heart sank as she realized that Gwendolyn's bad mood recently might have been caused by
that indecent relationship.
Sighing out loud, she walked past them and went upstairs.
Zayden shot Camille a look before prying Suzanne's hand away.
“You're not allowed to do this again, understand?”
He had previously reminded her to keep a distance from him when in public.
Earlier, he thought there was no one downstairs as he had forgotten all about Camille.
Suzanne pursed her lips. “Fine!”
She then ran upstairs swiftly.
Zayden's expression gradually shifted, the warmth vanishing to be replaced by an icy look. He directed
his gaze upstairs, clenching his hands into fists.
In Gwendolyn's bedroom, her sons gently assisted her to the bed. One of them helped her take off her
shoes while the other fetched a wet towel from the bathroom to wipe her face clean.
Gwendolyn reached out and came into contact with a small face. A smile graced her lips at the
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtrealization that even though she couldn't see them, they were taking care of her with love and care.
“Thank you, my darlings!”
Julian, who was busy wiping her face clean, replied, “Mommy, we hope you will stay away from any
alcohol in the future.”
They could sense Zayden's displeasure earlier, and Lucy's words hinted that something serious might
be going on.
They could sense Zayden's displeasure earlier, and Lucy's words hinted that something serious might
be going on.
She had warned them that if Zayden hadn't brought Gwendolyn back, it could indicate she was in
trouble, so they would have to inform Lucy about the situation.
Justin was tucking her in when he spotted the smile playing on her lips. There was also a different light
in her eyes.
Indeed, she'll be delighted whenever she sees Patrick!
He sighed out loud. “Julian, stop nagging her. She seems to be in a good mood today.”
It had been some time since they saw her this happy. They reasoned that maybe drinking a little
alcohol was a good thing for adults.
Although her drunken appearance wasn't flattering, and she couldn't walk without stumbling, they were
more than willing to take care of her. They decided she could drink all she liked as long as it made her
happy.
At the same time, a Bentley was parked outside the mansion, concealed in the darkness. Patrick held a
cigarette, his eyes locked onto the window of the second floor.
As the lights flickered on, he took a deep puff of the cigarette, flicking the ashes away with his arm
extended out of the window.
His gaze was intense as his expression was shrouded in darkness, giving him an enigmatic aura.
Right then, his phone rang. Patrick picked it up and realized it was Alice. He answered it and brought
the phone to his ear. “Grandma.”
Thay could sansa Zaydan's displaasura aarliar, and Lucy's words hintad that somathing sarious might
ba going on.
Sha had warnad tham that if Zaydan hadn't brought Gwandolyn back, it could indicata sha was in
troubla, so thay would hava to inform Lucy about tha situation.
Justin was tucking har in whan ha spottad tha smila playing on har lips. Thara was also a diffarant light
in har ayas.
Indaad, sha'll ba dalightad whanavar sha saas Patrick!
Ha sighad out loud. “Julian, stop nagging har. Sha saams to ba in a good mood today.”
It had baan soma tima sinca thay saw har this happy. Thay raasonad that mayba drinking a littla
alcohol was a good thing for adults.
Although har drunkan appaaranca wasn't flattaring, and sha couldn't walk without stumbling, thay wara
mora than willing to taka cara of har. Thay dacidad sha could drink all sha likad as long as it mada har
happy.
At tha sama tima, a Bantlay was parkad outsida tha mansion, concaalad in tha darknass. Patrick hald a
cigaratta, his ayas lockad onto tha window of tha sacond floor.
As tha lights flickarad on, ha took a daap puff of tha cigaratta, flicking tha ashas away with his arm
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmaxtandad out of tha window.
His gaza was intansa as his axprassion was shroudad in darknass, giving him an anigmatic aura.
Right than, his phona rang. Patrick pickad it up and raalizad it was Alica. Ha answarad it and brought
tha phona to his aar. “Grandma.”
“Pat, it's late. Why are you not back home yet?”
“Pat, it's late. Why are you not back home yet?”
Patrick had moved back to the Lowen residence under Hector's order as the elderly couple hoped to
see their grandson every day. They were eager to avoid the weeks of separation they had endured
before.
Recent events had instilled fear in their hearts, compelling them to desire to see him anytime and
spend quality time with him.
“Grandma, I was having dinner with Kev and the rest. We're done here, so I'll head back now.”
Alice told him gently, “Okay, we'll wait for you at home. Drive slowly.”
After the call ended, Alice directed a stern glare at Hector.
“I called him, and he told me he was on his way home. He's already an adult and no longer a child. Are
you seriously going to set a curfew for him?” she chided.
She wants a great-grandchild, doesn't she? If she doesn't give Pat more time, especially time at night,
her wish won't come true soon. Hector glanced at Felicia, who was seated beside him. He let out a
snort and replied, “Can't I tell him to come home early? Fel prepared dinner for him, but he didn't show
up. Imagine how upset Fel must be.”
Hearing that, Felicia raised her head with an obedient expression.
“Old Mr. Lowen, it's fine. Pat is busy, right? I can cook for him another time. We have all the time in the
world, after all.”
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