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After Gwendolyn and her children returned home, they played with fireworks in their backyard.
Julian and Justin brought Juliette to play with fireworks. Gwendolyn sat on a chair and pulled the scarf
around her shoulders tighter.
She looked at the fireworks shooting up to the sky. They looked very beautiful.
She smiled sweetly as she watched.
At that moment, the doorbell rang. Gwendolyn suddenly stood up. Could it be that Patrick has come
over at this time?
She was a little happy, but soon she pursed her lips.
Felicia had already been to his house for the New Year celebration. Hence, Gwendolyn was angry and
disgruntled.
Was he taking revenge on her? If that were true, she would be unwilling to forgive him.
Gwendolyn suppressed her anticipation and walked to the door before opening it.
She lowered her gaze and still wanted to hear what he had to say.
“Ms. Ashton, this is the medicine that you've bought.”
An unfamiliar male's voice greeted her ears. She raised her head and looked over. A delivery man
stood outside and passed her a bag.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHer eyes widened slightly as she received it.
“Medicine?”
When the delivery man saw her astonishment, he asked for her address again.
“It's the right place. The last few digits of the phone number are these.”
Gwendolyn glanced at the slip and realized that the medicine had been sent over by Zayden. She
thanked him.
“Thank you! Happy New Year!”
It's so late, but some people are still working. It must be very difficult for them.
After shutting the door, she brought the medicine inside and returned to her children's side. She then
placed the medicine on the stone table and raised her head to look at the fireworks filling the sky.
Yet, she did not feel as excited as before. Indeed, when one loved someone, one would miss them.
As long as he was not by her side, she would feel that she was lacking something.
This must be how it feels like to long for someone!
Finally, when Juliette was thoroughly exhausted, Gwendolyn brought the three children back to the
room, bathed Juliette, waited for her to sleep, and walked out of the room.
She returned to her room and realized that the box of medicine was on her table, along with a note:
Mommy, remember to apply the medicine to your face. We'll love you forever!
She could recognize Julian's handwriting at first glance, and she chuckled.
Her two sons appeared to not say anything, but they understood everything.
She felt comforted and warm inside.
After she had her bath, it was already one in the morning. She took a quick look at her phone and
realized that Patrick had sent her a text message a long time ago.
It read: When will you be home?
Unexpectedly, she felt like they were an old married couple. She switched off her phone and went to
sleep.
The next morning, Camille returned early to make breakfast for them.
She could not stop worrying about the three children and knew that they loved the breakfast she made.
Only Patrick could stomach Gwendolyn's cooking.
Camille was preparing breakfast and knew that they had stayed up late the night before. Hence, she
had no intention of waking them up early.
At that moment, the doorbell rang.
She strolled to the door and looked through the peephole. She noticed that Patrick was standing
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmoutside the door, and she greeted him while smiling, “Mr. Lowen, you're here so early!”
She then opened the door for him and waited at the door.
Patrick immediately entered the house.
“Happy New Year, Mr. Lowen!”
Patrick handed her a thick envelope which was a monetary gift.
“Happy New Year, Camille!”
His voice was low and cold, yet magnetic and pleasant to the ears.
However, he had dark circles under his eyes. It appeared that he had not had a good night's sleep the
night before and had slept late. Camille smelled the faint whiff of alcohol on him and guessed that he
had drunk a lot of wine the night before.
“I can't accept this, Mr. Lowen. I'm not a child. It's best if you give it to Juliette and the rest of the
children.”
Patrick looked at her frostily. He was forever as cold as a block of ice.
“You've worked hard. You just have to take care of them properly for me.”
Whenever he gave Camille a monetary gift, he would utter such words. Camille could tell that Patrick
was genuinely nice to Gwendolyn and the three children.
She wished that Gwendolyn would marry Patrick. That way, Gwendolyn would definitely have a blissful
life.
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