Perfect CEO

When Gwendolyn went into the office the next day, she slumped onto her chair, too tired to even move a muscle.

The previous night, she had tried her best to rush home, but she was still late by ten minutes. Consequently, she was dragged out of bed by her two sons at half-past five that morning. They tied a sandbag to her leg and forced her to run with them.

After running for five kilometers, her calves were then quivering, and she was dead tired.

It had been too long since she had undergone such intense training. In the past, Zayden was the one who coerced her in such a manner.

At that time, she had just started working at Night City. Zayden was worried about her, so he forced her to learn taekwondo.

Her stamina was poor, so he would come over at the crack of dawn every single day to drag her out for a run. Her two sons learned quickly and used that same method to punish her.

When Patrick saw the woman who flopped into the chair like a dead fish after coming into the office, he lifted his head from his pile of documents.

“My coffee, Ms. Ashton.”

Only then did Gwendolyn shoot to her feet. However, he distinctly glimpsed the fleeting furrow of her brows.

Hmm? Is she not feeling well? Is she on her menstruation, perhaps? No, that's not right.

He knew her time of the month, and it had only been a week ago. When she had her menstruation, she would have a hot-water bag in her hands and look all chagrined with everyone.

She had smashed two of his coffee cups and even walked all over him. In short, she was short-tempered during her time of the month.

Nonetheless, he had put up with it and tolerated her, seeing that she was on her period.

What's wrong with her today? She looks as though she's exhausted.

Gwendolyn went to the pantry on shaky legs and brewed Patrick his favorite coffee with only a dash of milk. Then, she placed it in front of him.

“Your coffee, Mr. Lowen.”

After saying that, she seemingly recalled something, for her lovely eyes narrowed a fraction.

“Mr. Lowen, please don't forget that you have a video conference at half-past nine.”

Having said that, she hastily went back to her desk and sat down. At once, she felt much better.

She started burying her head in her work. There were incoming calls from time to time, and she would filter them again before patching them through to Patrick.

When Patrick glanced at Gwendolyn after his video conference concluded, he saw that she was sprawled on her desk, fast asleep.

His gaze gentled slightly, and he walked over, draping a jacket over her.

Actually, he was more inclined toward carrying her to the lounge for a nap, but she was a light sleeper.

If he were to move her, she would definitely awaken.

Fortunately, the office was equipped with a thermostatic temperature control system, so it was pretty warm.

Dipping his head, he swept his gaze over her desk that was kept neat and tidy.

Her notebook lay open, and there was a note on the screen that read: Tuesday and Thursday, class at seven o'clock in the evening.

Patrick committed that to memory and resolved not to hold her back when she was working so hard.

At that precise moment, the chief secretary, Amber, pushed open the door and walked in. In a flash, her eyes widened slightly at the sight of Patrick draping a jacket over Gwendolyn.

Although there had been rumors within the company recently that Gwendolyn had been cast aside by Patrick, the former still stayed shamelessly.