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In the end, he did not bring himself to ask her that. Sooner or later, he would make sure she had him on
her mind all the time.
The two went to the restaurant on the first floor, which had a very unique ambient.
There were large window walls by the dining table covered with a white tablecloth, and there was even
a vase with flowers on it.
Obviously, there were private chefs in the restaurant on this floor.
As soon as the two entered the door, a waitress in a black dress and a white apron came to greet them.
“Mr. Lowen, this way please.”
The two of them sat by the window walls where they could see the bamboo forest in the courtyard and
the creek behind the bamboo forest.
The environment was impeccable. Gwendolyn wondered if the restaurant they had been to at noon
was the same place.
The place looked completely different from how it looked at noon.
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liking. Also, she did not seem to like making orders.
She would often hesitate after looking at the price, and she would end up passing the menu back to
him.
“Mr. Lowen, you'll order.”
She had indeed suffered too much to be so frugal, which made her very different from other women.
Gwendolyn propped her chin, looking out at the creek.
A smile flashed on her face as she said, “It's so beautiful here!”
Patrick returned the menu to the waiter, and the latter left with a smile.
“Gwendolyn, have you thought about what kind of life you want to live in the future?”
There was a hint of anticipation on Patrick's handsome face. He wanted to know more about her
thoughts.
He did not know enough about her, so he wished to discover more sides about her.
After pondering for a brief moment, Gwendolyn replied, “Nothing much. I only wish that my three
children will be healthy and happy, and I can afford to buy a house, giving them a real home. Mr.
Lowen, you have no idea what it's like to live in a rented house. Sometimes, when the landlord wanted
to use the house, they'd just tell us to move. I once took the kids out and sat on the roadside at night. I
felt so sorry for them, but they didn't mind at all. They were even counting the stars in the sky.”
Her children were like a gift sent to her to repay her kindness.
Hearing that, Patrick could imagine the picture of the family of four sitting on their luggage by the
roadside.
“What happened in the end?” asked Patrick.
I could have helped her if I had known her earlier.
A smile crept up Gwendolyn's face as she replied, “It was Zayden who picked us up and brought us to
the hotel eventually.”
Patrick subconsciously glanced at the sweater he was wearing upon hearing Zayden's name.
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That was one of his favorite clothes lately, but it was knitted by her for Zayden.
“Gwendolyn, knit me a sweater too,” said Patrick calmly as he picked up the cutleries to scoop some
dishes for her.
Gwendolyn was momentarily stunned after taking a bite of the dish. It tasted so good. She had not
eaten such delicious food in a long time.
It seems that I could always enjoy sumptuous meals whenever I'm having a meal with him.
“Mr. Lowen, since you're so rich, I think there are at least a hundred sweaters in your wardrobe. The
ones I knit don't look good, and they're not comfortable to wear.”
What she had said was the truth. She was clumsy, and it took a few months to knit a sweater, so she
might as well buy one.
Patrick's expression darkened. “I've been taking care of your children for a day. Do I not deserve to get
you to knit me a sweater?”
Gwendolyn was slightly irritated. Of course, he'll ask me to repay the favor after doing something for
me.
At the thought of how much fun her three children had had today, she could only knit it for him even
though she was exhausted.
“Okay, I'll go buy wool tomorrow and knit it for you. What color do you like?”
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