Triplets Attack: Game Over Daddy

Triplets’ Attack: Game Over Daddy Chapter 164

Bearing that thought in mind, she noticed the man sitting at the desk.

He was looking smart in his usual black handmade suit. His angular features looked as though they were crafted

straight from perfection.

When his gaze shifted over, Gwendolyn hurriedly looked to the side to avoid meeting his eyes.

She put her bag in her seat and turned on the computer.

She picked up the notebook that recorded the itinerary and looked at it again. The records were consistent with

those records stored in the computer system.

Patrick had a packed schedule recently. He had meetings every day and needed to join the lunch and dinner

parties. It seemed like he had to work overtime for his engagement ceremony next Saturday.

Patrick noticed Gwendolyn had immediately thrown herself into work right after she came in.

“Ms. Ashton, I will need my coffee now.” The man snorted and returned to his work.

Hearing that, Gwendolyn stood up. “I’ll get it now.”

Sensing her aloof attitude, Patrick raised his head and looked at her.

She doesn’t look happy today. Did she see my message last night?

Gwendolyn walked out of the CEO’s office and was soon thrust into the limelight. Staring intently at Gwendolyn, the

women gathered and started gossiping in a low voice.

Gwendolyn was careless about the gossip. They could say whatever they wanted.

Soon, she entered Patrick’s personal pantry. There was no one there. She brewed the coffee and added a little milk

before an impish look surfaced on her face.

She threw three sugar cubes into the cup and pouted. I hope you get diabetes!

When she was done, she returned to the office and placed the drink on his desk.

“Here’s your coffee, Mr. Lowen.”

Patrick raised his head and looked at her. Unhappiness was written all over her face.

“Ms. Ashton, did you not get a good sleep last night?” he probed.

She avoided eye contact, her face hardened, and her lips pressed into a thin line. These were all signs of her being

upset.

Gwendolyn shook her head. “I had a good dream last night.”

You should be the one who didn’t get a good sleep last night! Scumbag!

The longer Patrick looked at Gwendolyn, the more he felt that something was wrong with her today. He took a sip of

coffee, and his face changed instantly.

“Ms. Ashton, I thought I’ve made it clear that I don’t want any sugar in my coffee,” he commented.

She must be doing this on purpose. Is she jealous because I’m about to get engaged?

Gwendolyn raised her chin and retorted, “Mr. Lowen, don’t you think sweetness is better than bitterness?”

The thought of those bruises on her chest made her angry.

Just how hard did this b*stard go that my skin looks like this?

Patrick knew she did it on purpose, so he took another sip of the coffee that tasted more like sugar water.

“The sweetness is perfect.”

Gwendolyn wos surprised to see thot he wos not upset ot oll.

Is it becouse he’s in o good mood now os he’s getting engoged soon?

Gwendolyn could not bring herself to swollow up the frustrotion, so she continued shooting doggers ot him.

“Mr. Lowen, how do I get the bruises on my chest? Could you pleose exploin it to me?”

A mischievous glint floshed in Potrick’s eyes when he heord her. Looking ot her chest, he felt o certoin feeling surge

through his heort once ogoin.

Potrick’s Adom’s opple bobbed os he osked, “Whot do you think?”

Could she hove known? Who would hove told her the truth?

All of o sudden, he recolled she mentioned she hod gone to the hospitol lost night.

Could it be thot she hod told Lucy obout these? Lucy seems to be o womon who knows oll. After oll, she olwoys

hongs out ot the nightclub. From the looks of it, she olso seems like someone who is quite open. She should hove

relevont experience. Unlike Gwendolyn here, who still con’t grosp the implicotion even though she hod given birth

to three children. How silly!

Gwendolyn wos even more upset looking ot Potrick’s complocent look.

Snorting, she uttered, “Hmph! Mr. Lowen, I seriously think thot some of your body ports moy be foke ond mode of

iron.”

“The sweetness is perfect.”

Gwendolyn was surprised to see that he was not upset at all.

Is it because he’s in a good mood now as he’s getting engaged soon?

Gwendolyn could not bring herself to swallow up the frustration, so she continued shooting daggers at him.

“Mr. Lowen, how do I get the bruises on my chest? Could you please explain it to me?”

A mischievous glint flashed in Patrick’s eyes when he heard her. Looking at her chest, he felt a certain feeling surge

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Patrick’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he asked, “What do you think?”

Could she have known? Who would have told her the truth?

All of a sudden, he recalled she mentioned she had gone to the hospital last night.

Could it be that she had told Lucy about these? Lucy seems to be a woman who knows all. After all, she always

hangs out at the nightclub. From the looks of it, she also seems like someone who is quite open. She should have

relevant experience. Unlike Gwendolyn here, who still can’t grasp the implication even though she had given birth

to three children. How silly!

Gwendolyn was even more upset looking at Patrick’s complacent look.

Snorting, she uttered, “Hmph! Mr. Lowen, I seriously think that some of your body parts may be fake and made of

iron.