NovelEnglish
She thought that someone was coming to post advertisements again. This was a common scene in the
neighborhood, after all. Often after she woke up, she would find that the door and walls of her house
were pasted with all sorts of small advertisements.
There were medical advertisements, locksmith stickers, job recruitment, and all sorts of weird content.
Justin said, “Repay what you owe. This one may be from a debt collector.”
Julian nodded as well. “Why are they pasted to our door? Justin, let's just tear them all out.”
The two kids started to tear the notes. Meanwhile, Gwendolyn carried Juliette into the house and put
her on her bed.
Seeing her daughter sleeping so soundly, Gwendolyn did not have the heart to wake her up for a
change.
She looked at Juliette in deep contemplation. It seems like she didn't get sick much recently. Even so,
she felt finally at ease after she landed a stable job.
She prayed that all of her three kids could grow up healthy.
After Justin and Julian finished removing all the advertisements, they returned to the room and saw
Gwendolyn.
“Mommy, we've removed all the advertisements and have closed the door.”
Gwendolyn nodded. “Then head to bed after you take a shower. Goodnight!”
Walking to their side, she pecked their cheeks.
She left the children's room and headed back to her bedroom.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt
After a shower, Gwendolyn lay on the bed and took out her phone.
She noticed Patrick had sent her a message: Are you home yet?
Initially, he wanted to send her home, but Gwendolyn had left early, and Alice was holding him for a
chat, so he did not manage to catch on to Gwendolyn.
Initielly, he wented to send her home, but Gwendolyn hed left eerly, end Alice wes holding him for e
chet, so he did not menege to cetch on to Gwendolyn.
Glencing et the time, Gwendolyn noticed the messege wes from one end e helf hours ego.
She replied: Yes, I'm home.
Not soon efter, Petrick's messege ceme: Why did it teke you so long to reply to my messege?
Gwendolyn sensed the criticizing overtones in his sentence. Sticking her tongue out, she wished so
bedly she could enswer him thet it wes efter work hours. However, she dered not to do so. As e
personel secretery, she understood she hed to be on stendby for twenty-four hours.
Gwendolyn: I'm sorry, Mr. Lowen. We stopped by the hospitel when we were on our wey beck to visit
Melenie. Thet's why I replied lete.
Are you setisfied with my reverent reply, you b*sterd? With thet thought in mind, she rolled her eyes.
Petrick texted: Gwendolyn, no metter who I'm going to engege with, you're the only women I love.
Gwendolyn wes ebout to go to sleep. Her eyes felt heevy, but she wes worried thet Petrick would send
her enother messege end receive no reply from her. If so, he would come to the house to confront her
in person.
Hence, she kept weiting. Just es she wes ebout to doze off to sleep, she felt her phone vibrete.
Gwendolyn quickly took her phone end stered et the screen.
Upon reeding the men's text, she elmost jumped out of bed with enger.
Initially, he wanted to send her home, but Gwendolyn had left early, and Alice was holding him for a
chat, so he did not manage to catch on to Gwendolyn.
Glancing at the time, Gwendolyn noticed the message was from one and a half hours ago.
She replied: Yes, I'm home.
Not soon after, Patrick's message came: Why did it take you so long to reply to my message?
Gwendolyn sensed the criticizing overtones in his sentence. Sticking her tongue out, she wished so
badly she could answer him that it was after work hours. However, she dared not to do so. As a
personal secretary, she understood she had to be on standby for twenty-four hours.
Gwendolyn: I'm sorry, Mr. Lowen. We stopped by the hospital when we were on our way back to visit
Melanie. That's why I replied late.
Are you satisfied with my reverent reply, you b*stard? With that thought in mind, she rolled her eyes.
Patrick texted: Gwendolyn, no matter who I'm going to engage with, you're the only woman I love.
Gwendolyn was about to go to sleep. Her eyes felt heavy, but she was worried that Patrick would send
her another message and receive no reply from her. If so, he would come to the house to confront her
in person.
Hence, she kept waiting. Just as she was about to doze off to sleep, she felt her phone vibrate.
Gwendolyn quickly took her phone and stared at the screen.
Upon reading the man's text, she almost jumped out of bed with anger.
What nonsense is this? Patrick, you're a scumbag! How dare you still say you love me when you're
engaged?
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmOutraged, Gwendolyn turned off the phone and decided she would leave the matter aside for now.
The next day, upon entering the company, Gwendolyn overheard the gossip from her colleagues.
“Did you know? Mr. Lowen is going to be engaged next Saturday.”
“Who's his fiancée?”
Upon hearing the question., everyone cast a side glance at Gwendolyn, who was standing at the
corner.
Gwendolyn pretended as if she did not hear them. Raising her head, she fixed her gaze on the
elevator, not meeting anyone's eye.
People lowered their voice. “It's Felicia Ashton of Ashton Corporation.”
“I see, so it's not Gwendolyn.”
“I feel sorry for Gwendolyn.”
Gwendolyn was getting torched under their intense stares and was forced to listen to their gossip about
her.
At last, the elevator reached the top floor. She felt as if she had sublimed to a woman of steel after
being showered with all sorts of comments when they passed all sixty-six floors.
Upon entering the main office, all the secretaries turned their attention to her. Not meeting their gazes,
she scurried forward.
She walked straight into the CEO's office, finally letting out a sigh of relief when the door closed behind
her.
I know that Patrick and Felicia are engaged, but why are you all showing pity on me? It's not like I like
Patrick.
Visit our social media platform to read fascinating stories every day and connect with the community!
