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The car slowly left the Lowen residence as Gwendolyn stared at the large manor. The first time she
arrived at the Lowen residence, she was shocked by the family's opulence.
She was the daughter of a pretty rich family, so she thought she was used to opulence.
But the Lowen residence was so incredibly massive that the Ashton residence could never be
compared to it.
Staring out of the window, she saw the flowers in the gardens blooming. Just a glance at the fresh
flowers in winter was enough for her to know it was Alice's style.
She smiled. Old Mrs. Lowen is such a romantic. She sure knows how to enjoy life.
Patrick was leaning on his seat and tapping his slim fingers on the armrest when he abruptly asked,
“Has your family eaten yet at this hour?”
He was going to have a meal at her place, but since there were three children there, perhaps meal time
was already over.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe glanced at her watch. It's already half-past seven. They definitely have already eaten.
“Yep.” A plain response was squeezed out of her mouth.
Patrick relayed another order to the chauffeur. “Go to Platinum Plate.”
“Will do, Mr. Lowen,” the chauffeur replied.
Patrick suddenly closed his eyes. “My head's aching. Ms. Ashton, give me a massage.”
Gwendolyn turned around and saw him leaning against his seat. His furrowed eyebrows clearly
expressed his exhaustion.
He returned to the Lowen residence pretty much immediately after getting off of the plane. She didn't
know how long he was on the plane or where he returned from, but it wasn't out of the ordinary for him
to be tired.
Seeing how she still wasn't moving, he spoke without prompting. “I flew out from Baykeep. It's been
three days since I last slept, and I was on the plane for more than ten hours. My head is really aching.”
She thought about the high pay she was getting from him and relented.
He worked very hard for Lowen Group, and she was part of the company. So, naturally, she should
help lighten the CEO's burden.
She turned around, half-kneeling on the car seat, and massaged his head.
It was then he suddenly hugged her and put her between his legs.
That shocked her so much that she was about to leap away, but when she saw him hugging her, her
grip loosened and she even closed her eyes.
It was easier for her to give him a massage from that position.
Instead of jumping away, she began to give him a massage.
All Patrick could smell at that moment was her sweet scent. It had been a week since he last saw her,
so he breathed in her scent as though he was addicted to it.
Whenever he was tired or annoyed, a sniff of her scent or a short conversation with her would be
enough to lift his mood up and energize him.
Suddenly, he pulled her into his embrace. Gwendolyn wanted to get away, but he refused to let her go
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmas he pressed on her delicate face. “Don't move.”
She felt like she was going crazy. This guy keeps taking advantage of me! I wish I can scold him, but I
can't do that if I want to keep my job.
Patrick buried his head in her neck. It made him feel peaceful and calm.
“Did you miss me for the past few days, Gwendolyn?” He missed her so much that he thought he was
going crazy.
Before he met her, he had never missed someone, especially a woman, that badly before.
He was a little unhappy because he didn't want to fall that hard for her.
She didn't have the nerve to move. All she did was sit there, calmly, and listened to his heartbeat while
formulating a response that wouldn't piss him off.
“I was worried about you every day you weren't in the company.” It was a response that she hoped he
would interpret as her simply worrying about his well-being and safety for the sake of the company.
Patrick smiled. I guess it's impossible to make her say that she misses me, but her saying she's
worried about me isn't too bad either.
His grip tightened as he let out a long sigh. “My grandfather wants me to marry Felicia.”
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