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After leaving the clothing store, Gwendolyn didn't want to shop anymore. If she did, she feared she
would buy everything in the mall.
Although she was a miser, she wasn't greedy.
“Ms. Sanders, it's almost time. I have to return to the hotel to pack my stuff.”
When Sophia heard this, her expression took on a slightly darker hue. Two days passed so fast,
making her reluctant to leave her daughter.
Her gaze on Gwendolyn deepened as she held the latter's hands.
“Gwen, don't take me as an outsider. My daughter is your age, and you can treat me like your mom,
okay? Don't hesitate to turn to me if you need anything.”
What Sophia meant was she could help Gwendolyn with anything, at anytime.
Flashing a smile, Gwendolyn replied, “Sure.”
She didn't even remember what her own mother looked like. Thus, Gwendolyn's heart skipped a beat
when she heard Sophia's touching words.
Her eyes started to wet. Ms. Sanders is so kind!
Before Gwendolyn got in the car, she didn't forget to give the older woman a hug.
“Goodbye, Ms. Sanders. Do visit Avenport when you have time.”
Tears welled up in Sophia's eyes as well. She felt upset because it was her first time experiencing the
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtpain of parting ways.
After Gwendolyn let go of Sophia, she waved goodbye before getting in the car.
Sophia had arranged a car to send Gwendolyn back.
It wasn't until the car disappeared from her sight that the former finally returned to her senses. Then, a
woman dressed in a black suit walked up to her and said in a low voice, “Our people have been
guarding Ms. Ashton from a distance. We won't let anyone near her. She'll be safe, so please rest
assured, Ms. Sophia.”
Sophia's eyes lit up when she heard this. “Have someone trail her until she safely leaves Willowbank.
Also, tell those who are stationed in Avenport about her. From now on, their task is to protect her and
ensure her safety,” she instructed flatly.
“Understood, Ms. Sophia,” responded the woman before helping Sophia pull open the car door.
After Sophia got into the car, the woman took her spot in the passenger seat.
Meanwhile, Gwendolyn had arrived at the hotel. When she went into her room, she was met by the
sight of Patrick, sitting on the couch and smoking. Her luggage had already been packed.
Noticing his icy gaze on her, Gwendolyn could tell that he had waited too long for her, and there was
nothing she could do but coax him.
Walking over and wrapping her arm around his neck, she asked ingratiatingly, “Pat, what did you have
for dinner?”
The man switched the cigarette to his other hand, fearing he would accidentally burn her.
“I didn't feel like eating.”
Pursing her lips, Gwendolyn rubbed her head against his body.
“Why didn't you eat anything? You know your stomach's weak.”
“So you're still worried for me? Look at the time now. We have to go.”
Patrick rose to his feet, took her hand in his, and left.
If they left any later, they would end up missing their flight. Had Gwendolyn not insisted on returning
that night, he was originally planning on staying for a couple more days to bring her around the city.
Spending some alone time with just the two of them was delightful.
However, a certain somebody only had her child in her heart. Patrick was relegated to second place
and that displeased the prideful man.
Patrick was clad in a black trenchcoat, while Gwendolyn donned a beautiful white dress. Both of them
had exquisite facial features, and together, they looked like they came out of a painting. Undeniably, the
two were a good match for one another.
Gwendolyn glanced at the room. “What about the luggage?”
“Someone will take care of them. You don't have to worry about that.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmOnly then did Gwendolyn realize who she was talking to. Right, he's a big-shot boss. He'd definitely
have plenty of subordinates at his beck and call when he's on a business trip. He doesn't have to lift a
finger at all.
All of a sudden, Gwendolyn recalled the personal items she'd brought with her on the trip. I brought
many personal items, and my undergarments were still drying on the balcony when I left. His assistant
didn't pack them, did he?
At the thought of Liam potentially having packed her undergarments, she grew anxious.
Patrick leaned in closer to her; he was so close that he was practically nibbling on her earlobes as he
spoke. “Don't worry, I was the one who packed your undergarments. I'm quite a fan of the style. Next
time, I'll be sure to appreciate them.”
Gwendolyn's cheeks turned scarlet when she heard the man's words, and she raised her hand to hit
him.
“You're so childish.”
Patrick was usually serious and well-mannered, so his cheesy remarks took Gwendolyn by surprise.
The man chuckled at her response. “I am being serious. I didn't get a good glimpse of them the last
time as I was in a hurry. It wasn't until I packed them today that I realized how good they look. In fact, I
really want to see you in them.:
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