Perfect CEO

Chapter 13

She turned and tried to leave. However, Patrick pulled her over and shoved her roughly into the car.

As Gwendolyn fell, her head knocked against the car seat. Her brows knitted together, and her face scrunched up in pain. Bristling with anger, she glared fiercely at Patrick.

“Mr. Lowen, we aren't acquainted at all, so you shouldn't interfere in my affairs,” she remarked.

She felt that Patrick was being ridiculous. She was grateful to him for having saved her life, but she sensed that he held her in disdain.

If he looks down on me, he doesn't need to save me. He could have left me alone. Why would he save me and then treat me in such a way?

Patrick got into the car and instructed the chauffeur, “To...”

A sudden realization struck him. He did not know where Gwendolyn lived. He coldly asked, “Where do you live? I'll give you a ride.”

Patrick completely ignored her earlier remark.

Gwendolyn slowly sat up, and a smirk appeared on her gorgeous face.


“Mr. Lowen, did you not understand me? I don't need a lift from you, I want you to let me get off the car,” she replied.

With that said, she made a move to get out of the car, but Patrick held onto her hand tightly and chided, “Gwendolyn, please spare a thought for your daughter! She is such a cute girl, but here you are, working in such a dangerous environment. If anything happens to you, what will become of her?”

At the mention of her kids, Gwendolyn got even more stirred up, and she snapped, “Yes, that's the kind of person I am! Not only did I not attend university, I even got pregnant at eighteen years old! On top of that, I'm such a failure as a mother that my kids have to suffer with me. In your eyes, I'm a mess, so you look down on me... But I didn't beg for your help, so please don't lecture me anymore.”

She broke free of Patrick's grasp and flung open the car door, striding off toward Night City.

Patrick took out a cigarette and lit it up. Watching as she stormed away, he took a long whiff of his cigarette.

He leaned back in his chair as he exhaled the smoke.

He did not know what had gotten into him. Whenever he saw Gwendolyn suffering, he felt a pang of heartache and an inexplicable sense of wanting to help her. That was the case for this time and the previous time.

He knitted his brows heavily at how she had accused him of looking down on her.

“Hmph!” He snorted and then ordered the chauffeur, “Head home.”

The chauffeur had his breath held. Though Patrick seemed a little domineering, that was the first time he had brought a woman to his car. Gwendolyn was a stunner, albeit a little hot-tempered.

That woman is really gutsy to have yelled at Mr. Lowen like that. I've never seen anyone behaving like so in front of him.

“Yes, Mr. Lowen,” he replied.

After Gwendolyn returned to Night City, she gathered her clothes, preparing to leave after changing. Having caused such a scene that day, she knew that she could not stay in Night City any longer.

After changing, she took her bag and walked toward the dressing room.

Her good friend, Lucy Baker, approached her and hugged her tightly.
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