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According to the agreement, Patrick and Felicia were not allowed to reveal their fake marriage to
anyone else, so they had to abide by the regulation.
Therefore, Patrick was not able to explain his circumstances to Gwendolyn directly. He could only hope
that she would have faith in him.
Gwendolyn glanced at him. “Your grandpa is very fond of Felicia, am I right?”
She had heard him mention it was his grandfather's wish for him to marry Felicia.
Patrick hummed in reply. He could not fathom his grandfather's insistence as well because their
families had seldom interacted.
The only possibility he could think of was that his grandfather was close with a member of the older
generation from the Ashton family.
The two of them stayed quiet for the rest of the journey back to Star Mansion.
Upon arriving home, Gwendolyn went into the kitchen to prepare some mulled wine while Patrick went
upstairs to take a bath. A while later, he returned downstairs after changing into his sleeping robe.
He sat on the couch and switched on the television, but he was not paying attention to the show.
Instead, Patrick constantly stole glances in the kitchen's direction. After some time, he stood up and
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtheaded into the kitchen.
Gwendolyn was making mulled wine on the counter. The drink was beneficial for general health.
She did not know how to cook in the past, but she had been learning a few recipes from Camille lately.
After all, Gwendolyn was grateful to Patrick for offering her such a wonderful job. She could now afford
to raise her children without working four to five jobs simultaneously.
She was no longer rushing here and there every day. Now she even had the time to attend a birthday
party. other than that, she could also indulge in the spectacular night scenery on her way back.
It had been so many years since she had the time to take in the scenery. Gwendolyn had been so busy
surviving that she did not have the time to even take a break and appreciate the vast, beautiful sky.
Patrick inched closer to her and hugged her around the waist from behind. Then he rested his head on
her shoulder.
Startled, the woman subconsciously wanted to flee, but he held her tight.
“Teach me how to make this.”
Patrick's demand was merely a pretense for him to stay close to Gwendolyn. He felt contented holding
her in his arms while she prepared the mulled wine for him.
“Let go of me, Mr. Lowen. I cannot stir the drink properly with you like this.”
In fact, the preparation of the mulled wine did not require any stirring. She was merely looking for a
reason for him to stop touching her.
Patrick chuckled upon hearing her trembling voice. Letting go of her, he asked, “Are you afraid of me?”
He stood next to her and gazed into her eyes, waiting for her response.
Gwendolyn turned the stove to a lower temperature before shaking her head.
“That's not it. You may not know this, Mr. Lowen, but I despise mistresses, so I don't wish for myself to
turn into the kind of person I hate the most. Therefore, I hope you don't make things difficult for me.”
Although she would be able to let Felicia have a taste of the agony her mother had experienced in the
past if she won over Patrick's favor, Gwendolyn knew she did not have what it took to achieve that.
After all, she was a human, unlike Felicia and Candace, whose personalities resembled heartless
creatures.
Patrick understood Gwendolyn's feelings. His fake relationship with Felicia bothered her because she
would not be able to declare their love to the public without being identified as a mistress.
“Are you done?” he suddenly questioned her coldly.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmGwendolyn realized she liked Patrick better when he was indifferent.
“It's almost ready. Where do you wish to have your mulled wine, Mr. Lowen?”
He pointed at the living room and stated assertively, “You're accompanying me to drink this in the living
room.”
Initially, Gwendolyn had planned to leave right after she was done cooking the mulled wine. She had
checked Patrick's room and saw that the place was clean and neat, so she did not have to tidy up the
place.
Patrick returned to the living room wearing a poker face. Picking up his phone, he sent a message to
the WhatsApp group named “Three Single Guys.”
SingleGuyOne: Let's hang out. Teach me how to win over a woman's heart.
SingleGuyTwo: Oh my. I can't believe this group is finally active again after being quiet for so long.
Kevin nudged Lucas sitting next to him after sending that message to the group. “Pat is looking for us.
Check your WhatsApp.”
SingleGuyThree: I'm an expert in that field. Come on, I'll be your teacher.
Lucas was not bluffing. He had indeed been in numerous relationships with different women. Although
he was a military man, he always found ways to pick up girls. Some of them even visited him at the
military base.
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