Perfect CEO

She thought that someone was coming to post advertisements again. This was a common scene in the neighborhood, after all. Often after she woke up, she would find that the door and walls of her house were pasted with all sorts of small advertisements.

There were medical advertisements, locksmith stickers, job recruitment, and all sorts of weird content.

Justin said, “Repay what you owe. This one may be from a debt collector.”

Julian nodded as well. “Why are they pasted to our door? Justin, let's just tear them all out.”

The two kids started to tear the notes. Meanwhile, Gwendolyn carried Juliette into the house and put her on her bed.

Seeing her daughter sleeping so soundly, Gwendolyn did not have the heart to wake her up for a change.

She looked at Juliette in deep contemplation. It seems like she didn't get sick much recently. Even so, she felt finally at ease after she landed a stable job.

She prayed that all of her three kids could grow up healthy.

After Justin and Julian finished removing all the advertisements, they returned to the room and saw Gwendolyn.

“Mommy, we've removed all the advertisements and have closed the door.”

Gwendolyn nodded. “Then head to bed after you take a shower. Goodnight!”

Walking to their side, she pecked their cheeks.

She left the children's room and headed back to her bedroom.

After a shower, Gwendolyn lay on the bed and took out her phone.

She noticed Patrick had sent her a message: Are you home yet?

Initially, he wanted to send her home, but Gwendolyn had left early, and Alice was holding him for a chat, so he did not manage to catch on to Gwendolyn.

Glancing at the time, Gwendolyn noticed the message was from one and a half hours ago.

She replied: Yes, I'm home.

Not soon after, Patrick's message came: Why did it take you so long to reply to my message?

Gwendolyn sensed the criticizing overtones in his sentence. Sticking her tongue out, she wished so badly she could answer him that it was after work hours. However, she dared not to do so. As a personal secretary, she understood she had to be on standby for twenty-four hours.

Gwendolyn: I'm sorry, Mr. Lowen. We stopped by the hospital when we were on our way back to visit Melanie. That's why I replied late.

Are you satisfied with my reverent reply, you b*stard? With that thought in mind, she rolled her eyes.

Patrick texted: Gwendolyn, no matter who I'm going to engage with, you're the only woman I love.

Gwendolyn was about to go to sleep. Her eyes felt heavy, but she was worried that Patrick would send her another message and receive no reply from her. If so, he would come to the house to confront her in person.

Hence, she kept waiting. Just as she was about to doze off to sleep, she felt her phone vibrate. Gwendolyn quickly took her phone and stared at the screen.

Upon reading the man's text, she almost jumped out of bed with anger.

What nonsense is this? Patrick, you're a scumbag! How dare you still say you love me when you're engaged?

Outraged, Gwendolyn turned off the phone and decided she would leave the matter aside for now.

The next day, upon entering the company, Gwendolyn overheard the gossip from her colleagues.