Perfect CEO

Having said that, the driver concentrated on driving, and Gwendolyn let out a sigh of relief.

She removed her hands covering Patrick's ears and glanced down.

Seeing Patrick with his eyes closed, she thought he must have fallen asleep.

Phew! Thank God he didn't hear anything! If not, I can't imagine what he will do!

When they arrived at the gates of Star Mansion, Gwendolyn frowned and said to the driver, “Sir, can you please send us inside? He's blind drunk, and I can't support him.”

I would die of exhaustion if I were to carry Patrick into the mansion alone.

It would take at least twenty minutes to walk into the mansion and that was when she was only alone and walking at her fastest speed.

If she had to drag Patrick with her, Gwendolyn might end up taking two hours to get inside.

The driver looked around the residential area. “The people who live here are from the moneyed class. Why would they want to take their own lives? It's not like they can't live anymore.”

After mumbling to himself, he shook his head.

I really don't understand young people nowadays. They are emotionally weak!

Gwendolyn raised her eyebrows. Indeed, one cannot tell lies because they will soon be exposed.

Upon entering the gate of the mansion, the bodyguards blocked the car. Seeing this, Gwendolyn lowered the car window and allowed them to look at Patrick.

“Mr. Lowen!” They greeted politely with a bow.

The driver was startled. Looks like this young man is no ordinary person.

With his curiosity piqued, the driver kept stealing glances at Gwendolyn and Patrick through the rearview mirror.

Both of them were attractive and had an air of sophistication about them.

Ah! I think they're from wealthy families. It seems that they're bored with their mundane lives and wanted to do something wild.

Lowering her gaze, Gwendolyn looked at Patrick, who was sleeping soundly on her lap. She could not care less about the driver's inquisitive glances.

When they arrived at the entrance of Patrick's mansion, Gwendolyn called out Patrick's name.

Then, she turned to the driver and said, “Sir, you can stop here.”

The driver helped her get Patrick out of the car. “Do you need me to walk you in?” he asked.

“No, it's fine,” Gwendolyn quickly said, turning him down, for she was rather afraid of his overzealous desire to help. Taking out a piece of note from her handbag, she shoved it to the driver and added, “Here's one hundred, Sir. Thank you so much.”

After that, she helped Patrick and walked into the mansion, and quickly closed the door.

Fortunately, the mansions here were all detached, and they all had their own gates. Once they were closed, no one could get in.

Gwendolyn hoped that Patrick and the taxi driver would never meet again. Otherwise, the warm and passionate driver would probably start talking to Patrick about life.

Thank goodness Patrick didn't hear anything.

A gush of warm air enveloped her as she supported Patrick into the mansion. Compared to the outdoor temperature, which was about one or two degrees, it was more comfortable inside because of its constant temperature.

Suddenly, Patrick opened his eyes and hugged Gwendolyn.