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When Gwendolyn got up, Patrick stood up as well. “I'll see you out.”
D*rn it. I can't believe how much I want her to stay here and be with me.
Reluctance washed over him as he felt an immense urge to have her all to himself.
Once they opened the door, they saw Felicia standing right on the doorstep. One could easily tell that
she had deliberately dolled herself up.
Felicia's eyes filled with shock when she saw the two of them exiting the house together and Patrick's
arm wrapping around Gwendolyn's waist. While she stared at them blankly, Gwendolyn was also
surprised by Felicia's sudden appearance. Why is she here?
At once, her mood went downhill, and she pulled herself away from Patrick's embrace.
As she walked past Felicia, she even let out a cold snigger.
The man couldn't help but chuckle when he saw the look of jealousy on her face.
“Gwen...” he called out softly.
Gwendolyn turned around and pointed at Felicia, then pointed at him. It seemed like she was warning
him silently not to do anything over the top with Felicia, or she wouldn't spare him.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSeeing that, he put his hands in his pockets and nodded at her lovingly.
Gwendolyn spun around and walked forward as Felicia glared at the former's back resentfully. Hatred
brewed within Felicia's chest.
After Gwendolyn disappeared from sight, Patrick retracted his gaze and spoke icily. “How can I help
you, Ms. Ashton? Didn't we already agree not to meet privately and to stay away from each other's
lives?”
This woman is seriously bothering me. Moreover, Gwen already dislikes her, to begin with. She must
be even more upset after seeing this woman visit me at my place.
Upon hearing his bitter statement, Felicia shifted her focus back to him. I don't understand. Is
Gwendolyn staying here? Did she ask that old man to buy her a house here just to live near Patrick?
Why is she being so pretentious when she clearly gave birth to the children of an old man in his
seventies? She's so d*mn disgusting!
“Pat, I merely passed by this area, so I came to see you. Why was Gwendolyn here? Is she staying
here?”
An unmistakable look of contempt crept onto her face when she said that.
She continued, “Don't be fooled by her appearance, Pat. Although she looks beautiful and innocent, it's
all just an act. She got pregnant with an old man's child when she was eighteen, and she had been
staying with that old man throughout all these years. I'm sure the house she owns here was bought by
him as well.”
Gwendolyn is as awful as she can get. No matter how gorgeous she looks, no man will bat her an eye
if they know how terrible she is. How would a man like Patrick possibly fall for her?
She fixed her hair and asked, “Can I go in and take a seat, Pat?”
Felicia glanced in a nearby direction as she spoke. While she was shopping today, she met a few
friends who were curious if she had broken up with Patrick. In response, she explained that it wasn't
true and that they only canceled the engagement because something cropped up.
Still, her friends didn't seem to believe her. Hence, she brought them here to prove that she was still in
contact with Patrick.
Felicia didn't want to be looked down on by others, and she didn't want to become the laughingstock as
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmwell. Thus, she was determined to prove the naysayers wrong no matter what.
Patrick glanced at the time and turned her down. “I'm busy. Please leave now.”
With that, he shut the door, leaving Felicia seething with rage.
Fortunately, those women are still far away, so I don't think they've heard our conversation. At least I've
had Patrick make a brief appearance. I think they will believe me now.
She turned around and walked in the direction where her friends were. Just when she turned around
the corner, three girls approached and embraced her cheerfully.
“Looks like Patrick and you are really still a couple, Fel! But, who was that woman who came out of his
house earlier? She looks quite familiar.”
They couldn't tell clearly who that person was as they had been standing too far away.
Felicia raised one brow and answered, “That's his cousin who lives here. She visits him frequently.”
After that, she tipped her head proudly. “Do you believe me now, ladies? Let's go!”
The smile on the three women's faces widened as they stepped closer to Felicia and held her
forearms.
“Fel, remember not to forget us when you finally get married into the Lowen family and become Mrs.
Lowen!”
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