Perfect CEO

Chapter 132

Hearing the busy signal, Patrick knew Gwendolyn had ended the call. He frowned slightly because he had not finished talking.

He tried to call back again but realized she had turned off her phone.

Patrick's expression darkened. That girl is avoiding me. Is she afraid I would invite her over?

Gwendolyn was becoming more disobedient. Patrick had planned to let her off tonight, but he became displeased at her ending the call first and turning her phone off.

His slender fingers tapped the armrest, and he ordered coldly, “Larry, head to Snowy Lane.”

After Gwendolyn hung up, she burst into laughter and muttered, “Take that, Mr. Lowen. Ms. Ashton is pretty smart.”

I will never go to his house. Tomorrow morning, I'll pretend to be a little pitiful. I can say my phone ran out of battery, and I was charging it. Haha... I finally go against him for the first time. It feels so good!

Gwendolyn could not take a bath, so she only soaked her feet and applied a face mask. Then, she headed to the children's room to check on the kids to make sure they had brushed their teeth and gone to bed.

With a face mask on, she opened the door and saw a man leaning against the wall with his legs crossed.

The man shifted his legs elegantly. He flicked the cigarette ash and glanced at Gwendolyn languidly.

Gwendolyn froze on the spot, and it took her a while to regain her senses. She knew she was not in a dream, and Patrick was indeed in her house.

She patted her face mask and asked, “Why are you here, Mr. Lowen?”

“You weren't answering my calls, so I had to come over,” Patrick answered.

Not far away, three little heads peeked out of the room. From the youngest to the oldest, the three were stacked on top of each other.

Juliette's contagious laugh sounded. “Haha... You look very nice tonight, Mr. Handsome!”

The two brothers on top of her covered her mouth, picked her up, and dragged her into the bedroom.

Hearing doors closing, Patrick glanced at the children's room.

Gwendolyn narrowed her eyes. This wicked man! Didn't I turn my phone off? I can't believe he came to my house. He must be very free.

“What do you need, Mr. Lowen?”

Gwendolyn was reluctant to leave the house. She wanted to stay at home and take her beauty sleep.

“I'm not here for you. Ms. Ziegler made some mulled wine, so I came to have some.”

“Ms. Ziegler?”

Gwendolyn was Camille's employer. Without Gwendolyn's orders, Camille would not have made food for Patrick.
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