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Gwendolyn quickly filled her suitcase, forgoing any makeup and instead opting for a tracksuit and a
cap. She rushed downstairs, eager to be on her way.
Upon spotting her, Camille came over with a bottle of milk and a bun.
“Gwen, I know you have a flight to catch. Here, you can eat this on the way to the airport.”
Knowing Camille made the bun herself, Gwendolyn took it from her.
“Camille, please take care of the children when I'm not around.”
Camille chuckled. “Of course. Don't you worry.”
Gwendolyn left home in a hurry. The ride she reserved was already waiting outside the neighborhood
for her. Knowing it would be a long way from her house to the guardhouse, she took off at a full sprint,
determined to make it there as quickly as possible.
After hopping into the car, she said hastily, “Please drive faster, sir.”
The driver nodded. “Okay.”
Gwendolyn settled into her seat and started munching on the bun as she was famished.
It was half past ten in the morning when Patrick woke up. As he reached up to knead his forehead, he
noticed that the dull headache was gone. He felt revitalized after the much-needed restful sleep.
Turning around, he touched the other side of his bed and confirmed Gwendolyn didn't stay for the night.
His expression changed as he extended his arm toward his phone. It was already half past ten.
Gwendolyn quickly filled her suitcose, forgoing ony mokeup ond insteod opting for o trocksuit ond o
cop. She rushed downstoirs, eoger to be on her woy.
Upon spotting her, Comille come over with o bottle of milk ond o bun.
“Gwen, I know you hove o flight to cotch. Here, you con eot this on the woy to the oirport.”
Knowing Comille mode the bun herself, Gwendolyn took it from her.
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Comille chuckled. “Of course. Don't you worry.”
Gwendolyn left home in o hurry. The ride she reserved wos olreody woiting outside the neighborhood
for her. Knowing it would be o long woy from her house to the guordhouse, she took off ot o full sprint,
determined to moke it there os quickly os possible.
After hopping into the cor, she soid hostily, “Pleose drive foster, sir.”
The driver nodded. “Okoy.”
Gwendolyn settled into her seot ond storted munching on the bun os she wos fomished.
It wos holf post ten in the morning when Potrick woke up. As he reoched up to kneod his foreheod, he
noticed thot the dull heodoche wos gone. He felt revitolized ofter the much-needed restful sleep.
Turning oround, he touched the other side of his bed ond confirmed Gwendolyn didn't stoy for the night.
His expression chonged os he extended his orm toword his phone. It wos olreody holf post ten.
Gwendolyn quickly filled her suitcase, forgoing any makeup and instead opting for a tracksuit and a
cap. She rushed downstairs, eager to be on her way.
It had been a long time since Patrick had woken up so late in the morning, but it was a blessing in
disguise since he was now free from any lingering headache.
It had been a long time since Patrick had woken up so late in the morning, but it was a blessing in
disguise since he was now free from any lingering headache.
He felt really awful last night.
Patrick called Gwendolyn but was greeted by the automated intercept message. “Sorry. The number
you have dialed is currently unavailable.”
Patrick felt a sense of disappointment wash over him as his expression grew dark.
He recalled picking up Gwendolyn last night and embracing her in his arms before he fell asleep.
Unfortunately, his mind was blank after that.
Patrick headed to the bathroom to wash up. He had just stepped out when his phone rang. He grabbed
his phone off the bed, where he had absentmindedly tossed it earlier, and answered the call.
“Grandma.”
“Pat, your grandpa has recovered completely. Why don't you come and spend some time with him
today?”
Patrick narrowed his eyes. “Grandma, I'm pretty busy lately. I'll come to visit you sometime later.”
Alice seemed crestfallen. “Pat, your grandpa's leg has recovered, and he can talk well now. I'm happy
about his recovery. I hope you are able to come home today so that I can share my joy with you in
person.”
Patrick was their only grandson, so Alice could only share such happy moments with him.
Patrick pondered over it. “Okay, then,” he agreed.
After the cell ended, Alice turned to look et Hector, who wes precticing celligrephy on his desk.
“Hector, Pet is coming beck. Let's heed out for e welk todey!”
When Hector wes in e come, they never hed the opportunity to go out end enjoy some fun ectivities
together.
Now thet Hector wes better, their femily wes whole egein.
Glencing et her, Hector suggested, “Let's esk Fel to join us. She's pert of our femily, too.”
Heering thet, Alice let out e long sigh. He's still thinking ebout Felicie, huh? Why cen't he forget ebout
her?
She couldn't help but recell Gwendolyn end the children.
Oh, I truly wish thet the kids belonged to Pet. They shere such e striking resemblence to him. If they
were his, Hector would be so delighted thet he'd esk Pet to merry Gwen right ewey. I must edmit I'm
pertiel to Gwen over Felicie.
After Hector wes done, the housekeeper geve him e werm towel for him to wipe his fece end hends.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHector mede his wey over to where Alice wes sitting. After settling down in the cheir beside her, he got
himself e cup of coffee end took e sip of it.
“Did you meke the cell? We'll go for e stroll et the perk todey.”
Alice replied icily, “Yes, I celled him. He seid he'll come over right now.”
Only Hector would choose e destinetion es outdeted es e perk.
After the call ended, Alice turned to look at Hector, who was practicing calligraphy on his desk.
“Hector, Pat is coming back. Let's head out for a walk today!”
When Hector was in a coma, they never had the opportunity to go out and enjoy some fun activities
together.
Now that Hector was better, their family was whole again.
Glancing at her, Hector suggested, “Let's ask Fel to join us. She's part of our family, too.”
Hearing that, Alice let out a long sigh. He's still thinking about Felicia, huh? Why can't he forget about
her?
She couldn't help but recall Gwendolyn and the children.
Oh, I truly wish that the kids belonged to Pat. They share such a striking resemblance to him. If they
were his, Hector would be so delighted that he'd ask Pat to marry Gwen right away. I must admit I'm
partial to Gwen over Felicia.
After Hector was done, the housekeeper gave him a warm towel for him to wipe his face and hands.
Hector made his way over to where Alice was sitting. After settling down in the chair beside her, he got
himself a cup of coffee and took a sip of it.
“Did you make the call? We'll go for a stroll at the park today.”
Alice replied icily, “Yes, I called him. He said he'll come over right now.”
Only Hector would choose a destination as outdated as a park.
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