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Following Gwendolyn's demand, Patrick's eyes flickered. “Okay, I can stop meeting her. But what about
you?”
A smirk flittered across his handsome countenance, and his lips pressed into a thin line.
He stared at her fixedly, his gaze so piercing that goosebumps rose all over her. In response,
Gwendolyn rolled her eyes at him.
“What a scoundrel!”
Argh! He knows that I can't possibly stop meeting Zayden, so he doesn't want to sever all ties with
Felicia!
She then heaved a sigh. For some reason, I'm green with envy whenever it occurs to me that Felicia
and Patrick have a relationship of sorts.
Quirking an eyebrow, Patrick snickered. His ebony eyes were dark, rendering his thoughts
indiscernible.
Such a feeling swamped Gwendolyn, and she felt that she couldn't quite fathom the man. It was as
though a layer of mist was shrouding him, making him mysterious and mystifying yet very much
intriguing.
She then broke free from his embrace and dashed toward the stairs.
Patrick swiftly followed and entered the dining room with her.
There was a spread for breakfast that morning.
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Looking at the few people at the dining table, Camille urged with a smile, “Eat more. If you eat more
today, you'll have plenty to eat for the entire year. Besides, the ability to eat is a blessing.”
Justin slid off his chair and pulled out the chair beside him.
“Come and eat with us, Ms. Ziegler!”
The three children had never regarded her as an outsider. Instead, they viewed her as part of the
family.
After taking her seat, Camille picked up the spoon and started eating the clam chowder with a wide grin
on her face.
She felt that it was particularly sweet that day, and her mood was also superb.
Over the years, she had already become family with Gwendolyn and the children. She had no other
family, so they would be her family henceforth.
Juliette had a big bowl of soup. Filled to the brim, she let out a burp.
“Oh, where's Zay? He also loves the clam chowder made by Ms. Ziegler!”
Conversely, Gwendolyn didn't like it, for she had it for a whole month during her confinement after
delivering her three children back then. Therefore, she felt nauseated at the sight of it alone right then.
The three children, on the other hand, loved it very much. Even Zayden, who visited her often during
her confinement, was fond of it.
While eating beef stroganoff, she replied, “He went home since he has to spend New Year with his
family.”
He was a priceless gem to the Surrington family, and the entire family loved him. Hence, many would
have lacked an appetite when he didn't go home for dinner last night.
Gwendolyn knew that all too well.
Upon hearing that, Juliette murmured an acknowledgment before remarking, “I'm going out to play with
the dog now!”
“The dog?” Gwendolyn echoed in surprise.
In turn, Juliette nodded in affirmation.
“Yup! Zay brought it over earlier. He said the house is too big, so with Sirius here, no one will dare
trespass as they please. Sirius is a big wolfdog. It's exceedingly adorable and even obeys me, Justin,
and Julian!”
Justin and Julian had also finished eating. They both slipped down from their chairs.
“We'll go with you, Juliette!”
Subsequently, Juliette glanced at the kitchen. “Have you cut the beef, Ms. Ziegler?”
After all, Zayden said that Sirius loved eating beef.
“Yup. I'll go and get some for you.”
Camille took a massive piece of beef out and queried as she walked, “So, is it a dog or a wolf,
considering the fact that it actually eats raw beef?”
Taking it from her, Justin reassured, “It's okay. It's indeed quite docile and has undergone training.”
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By then, it was entirely obedient to Justin and Julian.
Nonetheless, Gwendolyn frowned and warned, “Even so, its inherent nature is still intact, so be
careful.”
As Patrick ate the clam chowder in his bowl, a shadow flashed across his eyes, and displeasure
flooded him.
Did he bring a dog over to guard against a thief or me?
When Gwendolyn finished her bowl of beef stroganoff, she snagged a piece of tissue and wiped her
mouth.
“Patrick, I'm going over to Snowy Lane to meet the landlady and return the keys to her. Drive me over,
okay?”
Patrick naturally had no objections. He put down his spoon, for he had also finished his food.
He again looked at her deeply. “What about the kids?”
At the thought that he could spend time with her alone, his expression changed, and he appeared
ecstatic.
“I'll bring them to the church to light a candle,” Camille hurriedly interjected.
She went to the church to light a candle every year, and the three children went with her, finding it
rather fun there.
At that exact moment, Patrick's phone rang. Dipping her head, Gwendolyn glanced at it, upon which
she promptly picked up the phone and answered the call.
“Stop calling. He isn't going to take your call.”
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