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Upon reading the message from Lilian, Gwendolyn froze for a moment before she replied: I'm not going.

There's no way I'd be attending Felicia's engagement party! Even if I go, I would gift her a wreath.

Suddenly, a text message from Benjamin popped up on WhatsApp: Gwen, I thought you were dating Patrick. Now that I know that it's only a misunderstanding, can I ask you out on a movie date? I won't accept a no from you. Will be picking you up after work tomorrow.

Gwendolyn felt baffled as to how both Lilian and Benjamin had sent their messages at the same time.

She smiled faintly. Since Benjamin was eager to ask her out, she would not mind accommodating his request. After all, it had been a long time since she had seen a movie in a theatre.

Gwendolyn recalled that if it had not been for that sudden accident, she would have ended up with Benjamin.

Back then, Benjamin was her seatmate, and both of them got along really well in school.

All of a sudden, Patrick leaned over and asked, “What are you so engrossed in?”

Immediately, Gwendolyn put her phone away and replied, “Nothing.”

After that, she turned to look out of the window as the car cruised along the countryside road.

The scenery was quite gorgeous, but she knew how cold it was outside. A thin layer of fog appeared outside the car windows.

Therefore, she reached out her finger to draw a cute turtle on the window, imagining that it was Patrick.

He looks pretty cute like that. Too bad he's a good-looking guy. A very handsome but immature scumbag!

Just then, Patrick sneezed loudly, prompting Liam to turn around. “Mr. Lowen, did you catch a cold just now?”

Gwendolyn reacted quickly, taking the coat from her shoulders and placing it on his lap.

“You should wear it now, Mr. Lowen. I won't be able to take responsibility if you fall sick.”

Patrick cast a glare at Liam from the rearview mirror, causing the latter to tremble in fright. Liam blamed himself for his abrupt slip of the tongue.

Hence, he could only salvage the situation by himself. “Mr. Lowen is in good health, Ms. Ashton. He's usually not afraid of the cold. Why don't you wear the coat instead? Mr. Lowen... h-he's actually feeling hot now.”

Gwendolyn widened her eyes in surprise. So, Patrick has an unusually good physique! Even his assistant knows that he's feeling hot right now. Considering he still feels warm on such a cold day, he's really strong as an ox!

Gwendolyn chuckled. “Well, thank you, Mr. Lowen. I was feeling a little chilly because I wore too little today.”

Patrick smiled faintly as he watched Gwendolyn quickly remove the coat from his lap and put it on herself again.

“Gwendolyn, you're not allowed to wear like this just for the sake of your appearance again. If you're sick and can't come to work, your wages and bonuses shall be deducted.”

When Gwendolyn heard that money would be deducted, she became anxious.

“Noted, Mr. Lowen. I'll wear more from now on, and I'll make sure I won't get sick.”

Suddenly, Patrick pulled her into his arms. “This feels warmer.”

Despite the fact that Gwendolyn could feel the warmth radiating from his body, his gaze was much hotter than his body temperature.