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Gwendolyn played with his diamond button. I want to pluck it off his shirt so badly. I think it's worth quite
a lot!
Seeing that she didn't seem to have heard what he said, Patrick asked, “You want it?”
Cheekily, she replied, “I do.”
That enraged him. As he lifted her head by her chin, making it so that their eyes met each other, he
uttered, “I only want you. Do you understand?”
As she raised her gaze, there was a hint of gloominess in her big, bright eyes.
“Do you think Old Mr. Lowen is cursed? Is that why he didn't recognize me?” she questioned. I'm
certain Old Mr. Lowen liked me and treated me well in the past. His current attitude is really different
from the one he had. I feel like a curse is the only explanation for his sudden change.
Her response amused Patrick. The tension on his face vanished, replaced with a touch of warmness.
“Grandpa lost his memories. Don't worry; it'll only be a temporary thing. He'll recover them later.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHearing that put her worries to rest. No wonder it seems like he changed. I had a feeling it might've
been due to a loss of memories. Now I don't feel as bad anymore.
Smiling, she rubbed her cheek against his. “Why didn't you tell me that earlier? If you did, I wouldn't
have felt so miserable. Don't you know how awful Felicia is? Don't let her take Old Mr. Lowen away
again.”
Patrick lowered his eyes. “I know.”
Suddenly, the air of tension between the two of them was gone.
Then Gwendolyn's phone rang.
When she saw Angeline's name on the phone, she frowned slightly. While she didn't want to answer
the call, she was worried about Zayden. Thus, she still pressed the answer icon. “Hello?”
Angeline blurted, “Come to the hospital quickly, Gwendolyn. Something happened to Zay.”
That startled Gwendolyn. “What happened to him?” Did he jump off the building?
As that image flashed past her mind, she frightened herself and shook her head. “He won't jump off the
building. Zayden won't do that.”
“Are you cursing Zay, Gwendolyn? There's no way he'll do that. He's just refusing to eat and drink. In
fact, he hasn't ingested any water or food. I beg you; please take care of him until he recovers. Can
you do that for me?” Angeline had no choice but to plead because when Gwendolyn wasn't around, her
son would act like he was a different person.
He would ignore everybody and just sit absentmindedly, refusing to consume anything.
The fact that he might starve or bore himself to death terrified her.
Upon hearing Angeline's admonishment coming from the phone, Patrick furrowed his eyebrows,
snatched the device, and said, “Zayden's life has nothing to do with her. Please don't speak to her with
that tone.”
His sudden voice stunned Angeline.
After a while, she snapped back to reality. “Patrick? Is Gwendolyn with you right now? It seems like
she's quite skillful, being able to alternate between you and Zay. I suppose there's more to her than
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmmeets the eye!”
Coldly, Patrick spat, “Mrs. Surrington, if she's interested in your son, she wouldn't have spent five years
staying apart from him. You should just give up already. She doesn't fancy your son.”
Then he ended the call.
Gwendolyn widened her eyes at him. I don't think anyone can piss people off better than Patrick. Heck,
I want to applaud him for saying the things I've been meaning to for many years. Although, it's not that I
don't fancy Zayden. It's just that there's no romantic chemistry between us. I merely see him as a
friend.
In response to seeing her shocked reaction, Patrick grinned mischievously. “Was I not telling the truth?”
If she likes Zayden, I wouldn't be here now, would I?
Smiling, Gwendolyn responded, “It's good that you understand, Mr. Lowen. However, please don't act
on your jealousy again in the future, okay?”
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