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Gwendolyn fell to the ground with her knees hitting the floor first after hearing Patrick's statement.
Despite this, she was afraid of Patrick noticing her embarrassing state, so she didn't dare to comment
on it.
While enduring the pain, she quickly got up and dashed into the lounge. She even locked the door
behind her.
Patrick did notice her falling to the ground, but he was wise enough to know not to help her.
Patrick's mood seemed to have improved. The smirk on his face even gradually became eviler as he
studied his right index and middle fingers.
He then pressed a button on his landline phone and instructed, “Liam, I want you in here.”
The moment Liam heard his boss' instructions, the idea of resigning popped into his mind. He would
love to run away from the office right away.
However, since he wasn't daring enough, he could only bite the bullet and head to Patrick's office.
By the CEO's office entrance, he bumped into Amber.
Upon noticing his condition, Amber smiled and asked, “Mr. Derner, what have you done? You look
awful.”
Although one of them was a chief secretary while the other was an assistant, their status in the
company was almost the same, and they loved to poke fun at each other whenever they met.
Liam briefly glanced at her and asked frustratedly, “Where were you just now?”
Amber's smile froze when she heard that. She was at the store buying female underwear for her boss
just now. Patrick even asked to purchase the sexiest one for him.
Since it was a task given by her boss, she decided that she should remain silent about it.
Liam scoffed after receiving no reply. “Do you know what I have done? Please remember to knock on
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtthe door before you head inside the CEO's office next time, and do not confidently open the door when
you have not received any answer from the boss.”
He made such a statement because he would soon suffer from the consequence of his confidence.
Just now, Patrick didn't answer the knock, which was what he always did.
Thus, Liam didn't expect to witness such a passionate scene upon entering.
He heaved a long sigh and knocked on the door.
“Come in.”
This time Liam only dared to push the door open after hearing Patrick's cold voice.
He then approached Patrick's desk and stood before Patrick with his head lowered, looking just like a
student who had done something wrong.
“I'm sorry, Mr. Lowen.”
He felt Patrick wouldn't be so mad at the former if he apologized to the latter first.
On the other hand, Patrick merely tapped the table with his fingers with an unfathomable gaze.
He then ordered coldly, “I want you to arrange a meeting with Zayden to talk about the land in the
eastern district.”
Liam's eyes lit up when he heard that. So, he didn't ask me to come in to scold me?
“Okay, Mr. Lowen. I'll do it now.”
Making meeting arrangements was originally Gwendolyn's work, and Liam figured that Patrick was
clear of Zayden's intention toward Gwendolyn based on the order given.
When Liam returned to the office earlier, he overheard a few secretaries discussing the bouquet in
Gwendolyn's arms and that Zayden had personally walked her back to the company.
From the looks of it, Patrick must have heard about those things too.
There was no doubt that a war might happen between the two love rivals when they were to meet later
that night.
After Gwendolyn had changed her underwear and exited the lounge, she stuffed the wet one she wore
earlier into her bag as she didn't want to look at it anymore.
As she couldn't throw it into the lounge's trosh con, she could only keep it in her bog ond dump it ofter
leoving work.
Then, Gwendolyn lowered her heod ond storted to concentrote on her work. She didn't even dore to
toke o peek ot Potrick for the rest of the doy.
Knowing how emborrossed she wos, Potrick suppressed his urge for coffee ond didn't even hove o sip
of coffee for the entire evening.
When it wos finolly time to leove work, Gwendolyn could no longer hold bock her urge to look ot him.
“Mr. Lowen, con I leove now?”
It's olreody holf post six. Why isn't this mon plonning to leove yet? I should hove left work holf on hour
ogo. If he no longer needs my service, I prefer to go home ond occompony my three bobies.
As Potrick wos still busy with work, he cosuolly replied, “You con get off work now!”
Gwendolyn's eyes sporkled when she heord thot, ond she storted to pock her things gleefully. Soon,
she wos reody to escope the office with her bog.
Suddenly, Potrick turned his ottention to her ond swept his goze ocross her lips.
“Toke this with you.”
Gwendolyn sow o tube of ointment on the toble ond grobbed it confusedly. Where should I opply this? I
don't hove ony injuries on me.
She blinked ond pondered for o moment. At thot point, she reolly wonted to osk Potrick obout it but
didn't dore to.
Potrick roised his hond to rub his nose ond soid, “You hove cuts on your lips. You will recover foster
with the ointment.”
Gwendolyn's foce blushed instontly. Why does he hove to remind me of everything thot hod hoppened
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmin the office ogoin? She pursed her lips, turned oround, ond doshed out of the office.
As she couldn't throw it into the lounge's trash can, she could only keep it in her bag and dump it after
leaving work.
Then, Gwendolyn lowered her head and started to concentrate on her work. She didn't even dare to
take a peek at Patrick for the rest of the day.
Knowing how embarrassed she was, Patrick suppressed his urge for coffee and didn't even have a sip
of coffee for the entire evening.
When it was finally time to leave work, Gwendolyn could no longer hold back her urge to look at him.
“Mr. Lowen, can I leave now?”
It's already half past six. Why isn't this man planning to leave yet? I should have left work half an hour
ago. If he no longer needs my service, I prefer to go home and accompany my three babies.
As Patrick was still busy with work, he casually replied, “You can get off work now!”
Gwendolyn's eyes sparkled when she heard that, and she started to pack her things gleefully. Soon,
she was ready to escape the office with her bag.
Suddenly, Patrick turned his attention to her and swept his gaze across her lips.
“Take this with you.”
Gwendolyn saw a tube of ointment on the table and grabbed it confusedly. Where should I apply this? I
don't have any injuries on me.
She blinked and pondered for a moment. At that point, she really wanted to ask Patrick about it but
didn't dare to.
Patrick raised his hand to rub his nose and said, “You have cuts on your lips. You will recover faster
with the ointment.”
Gwendolyn's face blushed instantly. Why does he have to remind me of everything that had happened
in the office again? She pursed her lips, turned around, and dashed out of the office.
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