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Initially, Gwendolyn did not want to put much effort into cooking.

However, she changed her mind after Patrick helped her fix the flat tire. He looked so handsome when he was helping me. No one would have guessed that the head of the most prominent family in Avenport, the handsome, cool, and aloof man, Patrick Lowen, had just changed a flat tire for me at the roadside.

Feeling flattered, she decided to make a nice meal for him.

Thus, Gwendolyn had Camille in a video call as the latter taught her how to cook, step by step. In the end, the meal took two hours to be prepared.

At half-past nine, all the dishes were served.

The man, who was wearing a black bathrobe, threw the book in his hand aside before approaching the dining table.

Gwendolyn pulled out his chair obediently. “Mr. Lowen, please sit.”

Although she had spent quite a long time cooking, all the dishes that she prepared smelled good. She knew that he would definitely enjoy them.

Patrick snorted and questioned, “Gwendolyn, do you want me to starve to death?”

Gwendolyn glanced at the time and was shocked.

Gosh! It's nine thirty-five? No wonder I'm starving, too!

She quickly pushed all the dishes closer to him.

“Mr. Lowen, my car tire blew out today. It won't happen again. I'll make sure you get to eat on time from tomorrow onward,” she promised, her expression filled with sincerity.

Patrick was staring at her. She's so adorable. How can she be so cute? I feel like pinching her cheeks now.

He could not stay mad at her for long after looking at her adorable face. Then, he picked up a piece of pork ribs with his fork and ate it. This is delicious!

His expression finally turned better. He then pushed a car key across the table to her.

“I have a trashy car that I don't want anymore, but it's much better than yours. Drive this from now on.”

Gwendolyn took the car keys and noticed that it was for a Volvo.

Her eyes brightened as she stared at it. Is this a trashy car to him? What an absolute waste!

She smiled as she piled his plate with dishes. “Here, Mr. Lowen. You should eat more.”

While Patrick was eating elegantly, Gwendolyn started digging in as well and ate double her usual amount.

She figured she must have used up all her energy when she was changing the flat tire. Otherwise, why am I eating so much?

Patrick smirked as he looked at her eating joyfully. This woman is indeed born to be adorable.

After that, Gwendolyn served him a bowl of mushroom soup. She suddenly recalled the matter of the gas fees.

“Mr. Lowen, you've lent me the car, but if you don't pay for the gas, I can't afford to drive the car.”

Her expression looked so sad that it was clear that she was trying to tell him how poor she was. I'm here to pay my debt. How am I going to pay for the gas as well? If I had such money, I wouldn't still be working here to pay my debt.

Seeing her eyes darting here and there as she spoke, Patrick was holding back his laughter.