Perfect CEO

Chapter 91

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.

She 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.
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