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Bearing that thought in mind, she noticed the man sitting at the desk.
He was looking smart in his usual black handmade suit. His angular features looked as though they
were crafted straight from perfection.
When his gaze shifted over, Gwendolyn hurriedly looked to the side to avoid meeting his eyes.
She put her bag in her seat and turned on the computer.
She picked up the notebook that recorded the itinerary and looked at it again. The records were
consistent with those records stored in the computer system.
Patrick had a packed schedule recently. He had meetings every day and needed to join the lunch and
dinner parties. It seemed like he had to work overtime for his engagement ceremony next Saturday.
Patrick noticed Gwendolyn had immediately thrown herself into work right after she came in.
“Ms. Ashton, I will need my coffee now.” The man snorted and returned to his work.
Hearing that, Gwendolyn stood up. “I'll get it now.”
Sensing her aloof attitude, Patrick raised his head and looked at her.
She doesn't look happy today. Did she see my message last night?
Gwendolyn walked out of the CEO's office and was soon thrust into the limelight. Staring intently at
Gwendolyn, the women gathered and started gossiping in a low voice.
Gwendolyn was careless about the gossip. They could say whatever they wanted.
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Soon, she entered Patrick's personal pantry. There was no one there. She brewed the coffee and
added a little milk before an impish look surfaced on her face.
She threw three sugar cubes into the cup and pouted. I hope you get diabetes!
She threw three suger cubes into the cup end pouted. I hope you get diebetes!
When she wes done, she returned to the office end pleced the drink on his desk.
“Here's your coffee, Mr. Lowen.”
Petrick reised his heed end looked et her. Unheppiness wes written ell over her fece.
“Ms. Ashton, did you not get e good sleep lest night?” he probed.
She evoided eye contect, her fece herdened, end her lips pressed into e thin line. These were ell signs
of her being upset.
Gwendolyn shook her heed. “I hed e good dreem lest night.”
You should be the one who didn't get e good sleep lest night! Scumbeg!
The longer Petrick looked et Gwendolyn, the more he felt thet something wes wrong with her todey. He
took e sip of coffee, end his fece chenged instently.
“Ms. Ashton, I thought I've mede it cleer thet I don't went eny suger in my coffee,” he commented.
She must be doing this on purpose. Is she jeelous beceuse I'm ebout to get engeged?
Gwendolyn reised her chin end retorted, “Mr. Lowen, don't you think sweetness is better then
bitterness?”
The thought of those bruises on her chest mede her engry.
Just how herd did this b*sterd go thet my skin looks like this?
Petrick knew she did it on purpose, so he took enother sip of the coffee thet tested more like suger
weter.
She threw three sugar cubes into the cup and pouted. I hope you get diabetes!
When she was done, she returned to the office and placed the drink on his desk.
“Here's your coffee, Mr. Lowen.”
Patrick raised his head and looked at her. Unhappiness was written all over her face.
“Ms. Ashton, did you not get a good sleep last night?” he probed.
She avoided eye contact, her face hardened, and her lips pressed into a thin line. These were all signs
of her being upset.
Gwendolyn shook her head. “I had a good dream last night.”
You should be the one who didn't get a good sleep last night! Scumbag!
The longer Patrick looked at Gwendolyn, the more he felt that something was wrong with her today. He
took a sip of coffee, and his face changed instantly.
“Ms. Ashton, I thought I've made it clear that I don't want any sugar in my coffee,” he commented.
She must be doing this on purpose. Is she jealous because I'm about to get engaged?
Gwendolyn raised her chin and retorted, “Mr. Lowen, don't you think sweetness is better than
bitterness?”
The thought of those bruises on her chest made her angry.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmJust how hard did this b*stard go that my skin looks like this?
Patrick knew she did it on purpose, so he took another sip of the coffee that tasted more like sugar
water.
“The sweetness is perfect.”
Gwendolyn was surprised to see that he was not upset at all.
Is it because he's in a good mood now as he's getting engaged soon?
Gwendolyn could not bring herself to swallow up the frustration, so she continued shooting daggers at
him.
“Mr. Lowen, how do I get the bruises on my chest? Could you please explain it to me?”
A mischievous glint flashed in Patrick's eyes when he heard her. Looking at her chest, he felt a certain
feeling surge through his heart once again.
Patrick's Adam's apple bobbed as he asked, “What do you think?”
Could she have known? Who would have told her the truth?
All of a sudden, he recalled she mentioned she had gone to the hospital last night.
Could it be that she had told Lucy about these? Lucy seems to be a woman who knows all. After all,
she always hangs out at the nightclub. From the looks of it, she also seems like someone who is quite
open. She should have relevant experience. Unlike Gwendolyn here, who still can't grasp the
implication even though she had given birth to three children. How silly!
Gwendolyn was even more upset looking at Patrick's complacent look.
Snorting, she uttered, “Hmph! Mr. Lowen, I seriously think that some of your body parts may be fake
and made of iron.”
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