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Hearing the busy signal, Patrick knew Gwendolyn had ended the call. He frowned slightly because he
had not finished talking.
He tried to call back again but realized she had turned off her phone.
Patrick's expression darkened. That girl is avoiding me. Is she afraid I would invite her over?
Gwendolyn was becoming more disobedient. Patrick had planned to let her off tonight, but he became
displeased at her ending the call first and turning her phone off.
His slender fingers tapped the armrest, and he ordered coldly, “Larry, head to Snowy Lane.”
After Gwendolyn hung up, she burst into laughter and muttered, “Take that, Mr. Lowen. Ms. Ashton is
pretty smart.”
I will never go to his house. Tomorrow morning, I'll pretend to be a little pitiful. I can say my phone ran
out of battery, and I was charging it. Haha... I finally go against him for the first time. It feels so good!
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtGwendolyn could not take a bath, so she only soaked her feet and applied a face mask. Then, she
headed to the children's room to check on the kids to make sure they had brushed their teeth and gone
to bed.
With a face mask on, she opened the door and saw a man leaning against the wall with his legs
crossed.
The man shifted his legs elegantly. He flicked the cigarette ash and glanced at Gwendolyn languidly.
Gwendolyn froze on the spot, and it took her a while to regain her senses. She knew she was not in a
dream, and Patrick was indeed in her house.
She patted her face mask and asked, “Why are you here, Mr. Lowen?”
“You weren't answering my calls, so I had to come over,” Patrick answered.
Not far away, three little heads peeked out of the room. From the youngest to the oldest, the three were
stacked on top of each other.
Juliette's contagious laugh sounded. “Haha... You look very nice tonight, Mr. Handsome!”
The two brothers on top of her covered her mouth, picked her up, and dragged her into the bedroom.
Hearing doors closing, Patrick glanced at the children's room.
Gwendolyn narrowed her eyes. This wicked man! Didn't I turn my phone off? I can't believe he came to
my house. He must be very free.
“What do you need, Mr. Lowen?”
Gwendolyn was reluctant to leave the house. She wanted to stay at home and take her beauty sleep.
“I'm not here for you. Ms. Ziegler made some mulled wine, so I came to have some.”
“Ms. Ziegler?”
Gwendolyn was Camille's employer. Without Gwendolyn's orders, Camille would not have made food
for Patrick.
Patrick saw her shocked expression. The money I gave her is more than the yearly salary you pay her.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWho do you think she'll listen to?
Gwendolyn took off the face mask, exposing her clean and fair face. Patrick exclaimed inwardly about
how women look after applying face masks. Their skin looked smooth, like a hard-boiled egg without its
shell.
“Please take a seat in the living room, Mr. Lowen. Ms. Ziegler is almost done.”
Gwendolyn promised Patrick he could come to her house to have some mulled wine.
Patrick raised an eyebrow. “I think Ms. Ziegler is more fitting to be my personal secretary, Gwendolyn.
She's more obedient, and her cooking is good.”
With that said, Patrick smirked. Next time, let's see if you dare hang up on me and turn off your phone.
Gwendolyn was taken aback.
She thought about Camille's excellent cooking skills and earnest work etiquette.
Gwendolyn immediately forced a smile and said, “Ms. Ziegler is my housekeeper, Mr. Lowen. She can't
leave. Otherwise, my kids will miss her. Let me take on the role of your personal secretary. I will work
hard from now on.”
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