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Furthermore, she's going to be engaged to Mr. Surrington. In the papers, they're hailed as a great
couple and a match made in heaven. Judging from Mrs. Surrington's attitude toward her, I suppose Ms.
Ashton is definitely Mr. Surrington's future wife. From now on, I really should be mindful of my actions
and treat Ms. Ashton well, too.
Meanwhile, Gwendolyn quickly freshened up and picked out an outfit.
She opted for a simple white shirt and blue jeans, which she paired with flats. Gwendolyn had her hair
pulled into a neat ponytail, making her look clean and refreshing. Most importantly, it was work-
appropriate attire.
Gwendolyn grabbed her handbag and her phone. All of a sudden, she recalled the incident that
happened the previous night.
Gently pursing her lips, Gwendolyn decided to call Patrick's number once again. Just like last night, his
phone was still off.
Her eyes dimmed slightly, and she felt her heart sink.
Does he really not want me anymore?
However, she quickly shook her head, refusing to dwell on these thoughts any longer. It feels like I
have too much on my plate lately. I'm exhausted!
Gwendolyn then descended the stairs and strode toward the car, getting into it after the driver opened
the door for her.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtA gentle smile played on Angeline's lips as she glanced at the younger woman. “Since you're officially
together with Zay, I'll ask his dad to discuss the engagement with your family. By then, we will have all
the gifts prepared for the engagement and wedding brought over to your family. Nothing will be left out,
so just be at ease and watch over Zay. Make sure he follows the doctor's instructions on his treatment.”
She then added, “We will certainly put together a magnificent wedding for you.”
Gwendolyn was dumbfounded. A magnificent wedding?
To be honest, she didn't want any of this to happen at all. It seemed as if the whole world had
misunderstood her and thought she was going to marry Zayden.
It was a bad feeling and an exceptionally awful one at that.
Angeline gazed at Gwendolyn with a smile that reached her eyes, and she even reached out to hold
the latter's hand/
“Gwen, we will take good care of you from now on.”
Gwendolyn was at a loss for words.
“Mrs. Surrington, to be honest, I have no intention of marrying Zayden. But rest assured, I will remain
by his side until he recovers.”
There was a hint of darkness in Angeline's eyes, albeit fleeting. Hasn't she been clinging to Zay? What
does she mean by that? Is she no longer interested in Zay, or is she shunning him now that he has lost
his vision?
The more she mulled over Gwendolyn's words, the more furious she became. What an insolent
woman! I've just decided to treat her well, but what kind of attitude is she showing me right now?
Angeline was beyond livid. However, she couldn't offend Gwendolyn at the moment. The old Angeline
would have said something scathing if they were in the past.
However, that was all in the past. At this moment, she dared not allow her temper to flare up, for fear
that Zayden would find out.
Angeline could only tamp down her anger and disgruntlement for the time being.
As soon as they arrived at Dragonhill Mansion, the housekeeper rang the doorbell, and before long, the
door was opened.
They entered the house, where Suzanne, dressed in a black housekeeper's uniform and a white apron,
stood at the entrance to greet them. In this outfit, the young girl looked just like a doll.
Even Angeline couldn't help but spare her a second glance. This girl is certainly pretty. She looks like a
doll.
“Mrs. Surrington, Ms. Ashton!” greeted Suzanne.
“Mrs. Surrington, Ms. Ashton!” greeted Suzanne.
She bowed deeply and respectfully to the women. Initially, Angeline was quite worried because of
Suzanne's unknown background, but the young girl looked prim and proper. Moreover, she appeared to
be obedient and clever. As such, Angeline was very much satisfied that Zayden had someone like
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSuzanne taking care of him.
I'll be relieved as long as Zay allows someone to remain by his side and take care of him.
“Where's my son?” asked Angeline.
Suzanne pointed toward the rooftop and replied, “Mr. Surrington's enjoying the sun upstairs.”
Angeline felt that Zayden was really in need of some sunlight and fresh air. Keeping him inside the
house would definitely bore him to death.
“Go upstairs and keep Zay company. You can bring him downstairs whenever he's ready. The doctor
will be waiting for him in the guest room,” Angeline instructed Gwendolyn.
It was impossible for Angeline to convince her son to attend a consultation with a doctor. Thus, she
could only rely on Gwendolyn for help.
Gwendolyn nodded. “I'll head upstairs.”
She then climbed up the stairs. Suzanne's eyes lit up as she trailed behind Gwendolyn.
However, she was quickly halted in her tracks when Angeline called out to her, saying, “Hey, what's
your name?”
Suzanne turned around, her eyes twinkling like stars.
“Are you asking me, Mrs. Surrington?”
“Yes, I'm asking you.”
Suzanne pouted her rosy lips and said, “My name's Suzanne Drache.”
Angeline frowned upon hearing her response. What kind of name is that? Her parents sure are old-
fashioned country bumpkins.
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