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As she heard his words, Gwendolyn found herself thinking about his...
Her face reddened as she pushed him lightly. “Stop fooling around, and get back to work.”
Seeing the blush on her face, Patrick knew that the woman understood what he meant. His affection for
her grew stronger, and he gave her a tender kiss on the cheek.
“I'll see you tonight, Babe!”
With that, he turned and got into his black Bentley, leaving Gwendolyn to watch as he drove away.
Standing behind her, Liam said, “Ms. Ashton, this way, please.”
When Gwendolyn heard that form of address, she could not help but smile.
“Liam, I'm not his secretary anymore, so don't call me that. Just call me Gwendolyn or Gwen,
whichever you prefer,” she said warmly.
“Okay.” The man nodded before opening the car door for her. Gwendolyn then got in and went home,
finding comfort in its familiar atmosphere.
As she breathed in the air she knew so well and gazed at the familiar streets, a feeling of immense
relief flooded through her.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAn hour later, the car pulled up in front of her house. Gwendolyn had finally returned home.
When she went inside, she found that her three children hadn't returned yet. Hence, she moved her
luggage into the bedroom and took a shower.
She had slept on the plane the night before, so she hadn't had the chance to freshen up.
Feeling refreshed, Gwendolyn went to the wardrobe to pick out some clothes. Just then, she made eye
contact with Camille, who had returned from grocery shopping. The latter was holding a rolling pin.
Both ladies were startled by each other's presence and patted their chests to calm their nerves. “What
are you doing, Ms. Ziegler?” Gwendolyn asked.
Camille chuckled. “I thought a thief had broken in, but it turned out to be you.”
Feeling amused by her antics, Gwendolyn replied, “Ms. Ziegler, do you have any pre-made ravioli in
the fridge? Pack some for me. I want to bring them to Zayden.”
Zayden lives alone in a mansion in the suburbs. It seems like he doesn't meet anyone. He doesn't even
have a servant. How has he been getting by these days?
Gwendolyn shuddered at the thought, so she wanted to quickly go over and bring some frozen ravioli
for him to fill his stomach.
When Camille heard Gwendolyn's request, she hurriedly went to pack some ravioli for her. “Yes, let me
get it ready for you.”
Camille was also deeply affected by Zayden's blindness, so she was equally concerned about his well-
being.
Gwendolyn decided to change into a pair of jeans and a T-shirt as she was expecting to do some hard
labor when she got there.
When she headed downstairs, Camille had already packed the ravioli and was waiting for her in the
living room.
“Gwen, why don't I go with you?” Since it was still early and the kids had not been dismissed from
school, Camille thought it was a good opportunity for her to pay a visit to Zayden as well.
Gwendolyn took the bag and responded, “He lives in the suburbs, so it's a bit far. You have to pick up
the kids after school. I'll take you to see him on the weekend.”
“The suburbs? That's quite far. Let's do it on the weekend then!”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWith that, Gwendolyn carried the bag and walked out.
Before leaving, she instructed, “I'll head out first. I'll be back early tonight, so tell the three of them to
wait for me.”
She missed the three kids as she hadn't seen them for a few days.
Gwendolyn drove to the suburbs address given by Angeline. This area was a holiday mansion in the
hills; thus, it would be crowded on weekends and holidays.
On a working day, however, the area was quieter.
Gwendolyn had to register and make a call to the security guard through Angeline before her car was
allowed to enter the premises.
After following the road signs, she finally managed to find block seventeen.
The trees inside were dense, as it was built inside a mountain villa that preserved the original forest.
Gwendolyn walked in alone and found the sound of chirping birds all around quite comforting.
The cool wind blowing added to the pleasant atmosphere.
Standing at the door, she pressed the doorbell and looked up at the three-story white building.
However, all the curtains were tightly shut, giving the impression that no one was inside.
Gwendolyn waited for a long time, but no one came to answer the door.
So, she had to take out her phone and dial Zayden's number, unsure if he would answer.
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