Perfect CEO

With that said, Patrick shot Gwendolyn a sidelong glare. “Won't you know if you've done it or not? Don't you feel anything down there?” This woman is so clueless.

Gwendolyn wiped her tears as she shook her head. I'm so glad it didn't happen.

“How do I know?”

She had never experienced it before. However, those nights that she had dreamed about it, she felt exhausted, and it felt uncomfortable there.

Now, she did not feel tired, but she had a headache.

She was certain it was only because she had drunk too much alcohol, as she did not feel anything different down there.

Seeing that she had stopped crying upon knowing that nothing had happened, Patrick felt like bullying her again.

He was feeling conflicted. Although he wanted to bully her, he was afraid to see her cry.

Gwendolyn glanced around and asked, “Where... Where are my clothes?”

Patrick put his hands underneath the pillow and stared at her, smirking at how flustered she was.

“Look around the floor. You took off your clothes along the way last night. I don't know where they are.”

Gwendolyn's face reddened instantly when she imagined the thrilling scene.

Then she tapped herself on the face to warn herself. Gwendolyn! Don't you dare drink alcohol again! Look at what you've done with this man after drinking so much. If this happens again, you're no different from Candace. Felicia will come to you and call you a mistress!

With that thought in mind, she picked her shirt from the floor and quickly put it on.

Although she was extremely quick, Patrick still managed to steal a glance at her soft chest. In fact, he had enjoyed touching them the previous night.

His eyes began to redden. This woman's figure is extremely good.

Gwendolyn picked her underwear up and quickly put it on. Then, she turned her head to glance at Patrick, seemingly thinking, He can't see me. Patrick can't see me.

Patrick could not help but chuckle. His deep voice sounded sexy.

Gwendolyn heard his laughter, but she ignored it and continued picking her clothes up.

When she went downstairs, she finally found all her clothes.

She looked around and saw a bathroom in the living room. Entering the bathroom, she properly put on her clothes in there.

She realized that Patrick's shirt, which she had put on earlier, was white. Did he wear a white shirt last night? He rarely wears white. All his clothes are black.

Holding the shirt, she walked upstairs to give it to him but found herself pinned on the bed.