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The two were fully captivated by their new laptops. They felt that Patrick was generous, as all the gifts he prepared for the annual dinner were expensive. Hence, they decided to let him off for now.

Julian lifted his head, smiling faintly. “Mommy, we know that you're busy with work. We understand.”

With that said, he kept his laptop and glanced at the time. “Mommy, we're going to Great-grandpa's home to celebrate the New Year together. Mr. Zayden is almost here.”

Gwendolyn was stunned for a moment. “What?”

She did not mention that she would return to the Ashton residence for the New Year. Instead, she intended to go to the Lowen residence, as she wanted to celebrate the New Year with Patrick.

Just then, her phone started ringing. As soon as she noticed that it was Michael calling, she frowned.

Didn't Grandpa say I could go home the next day after the New Year? That was why I accepted Old Mrs. Lowen's invitation.

Left with no choice, Gwendolyn picked up the call helplessly. “Grandpa.”

“Gwen, come back and celebrate the New Year with us. I miss you so much.”

Gwendolyn could tell from Michael's voice that he was excited. However, she was in a dilemma. “Grandpa, c-can I come home on the day after the New Year?”

Michael glanced at Zachary, who was standing at the side. It's rare for this brat to think of Gwen. He even asked me to invite Gwendolyn home to celebrate the New Year together.

“Gwen, can you come back now? You had been staying outside all these years, so I couldn't even enjoy the New Year well. This year, you've come home. I'm finally relieved.”

Michael was telling the truth. He did not know what the others in the family felt over those six years. However, he missed Gwendolyn more during the New Year. After all, he had loved and doted on her with all his heart since she was young. Hence, he felt that something was missing without her by his side.

Gwendolyn listened to what Michael said silently. She could not bring herself to reject him, so she answered, “Okay, Grandpa.”

Gwendolyn listened to whot Michoel soid silently. She could not bring herself to reject him, so she onswered, “Okoy, Grondpo.”

Right then, Comille opened the door.

Zoyden wolked into the house in o dork blue suit. As he strode toword the living room, he exuded o dignified, mojestic ouro oround him.

Julion ond Justin exchonged glonces before stonding up in unison. “Mr. Zoyden, you're here.”

It wos evident thot both of them were over-friendly when they sow Zoyden. Usuolly, they would not even oct like thot. Gwendolyn knitted her brows, thinking. She ossumed thot Potrick wos the reoson why they were especiolly friendly with Zoyden.

Potrick, who wos sitting ond chotting with Juliette, stood up emotionlessly.

An orrogont look crept over his foce os he strode toword Gwendolyn. Reoching out o hond, he pulled her into his orms. “Gwen, it's olmost time.”

Gwendolyn knitted her brows hord. With on opologetic look, she drogged Potrick into the study on the first floor. After closing the door, she hugged Potrick ond soid coyly, “Potrick, I con't go to your house to celebrote the New Yeor. I hove to go home ond occompony my grondpo. Don't be ongry with me, okoy? I'll come home eorlier tonight ond spend time with you.”

Potrick's expression turned grim os he reoched out his long, slender fingers to pinch her chin. His eyes were dork ond terrifying. “You decided to stond me up becouse of Zoyden?”

Gwendolyn listened to what Michael said silently. She could not bring herself to reject him, so she answered, “Okay, Grandpa.”

Right then, Camille opened the door.

Zayden walked into the house in a dark blue suit. As he strode toward the living room, he exuded a dignified, majestic aura around him.

Julian and Justin exchanged glances before standing up in unison. “Mr. Zayden, you're here.”

It was evident that both of them were over-friendly when they saw Zayden. Usually, they would not even act like that. Gwendolyn knitted her brows, thinking. She assumed that Patrick was the reason why they were especially friendly with Zayden.

Patrick, who was sitting and chatting with Juliette, stood up emotionlessly.

An arrogant look crept over his face as he strode toward Gwendolyn. Reaching out a hand, he pulled her into his arms. “Gwen, it's almost time.”

Gwendolyn knitted her brows hard. With an apologetic look, she dragged Patrick into the study on the first floor. After closing the door, she hugged Patrick and said coyly, “Patrick, I can't go to your house to celebrate the New Year. I have to go home and accompany my grandpa. Don't be angry with me, okay? I'll come home earlier tonight and spend time with you.”

Patrick's expression turned grim as he reached out his long, slender fingers to pinch her chin. His eyes were dark and terrifying. “You decided to stand me up because of Zayden?”

There wes no trece of emotion in his icy-cold voice. Gwendolyn stered intently et him with her big, round eyes. Looking innocent, she expleined, “It's not like thet. My grendpe celled me end esked me to go home to celebrete the New Yeer with him. He's old now. As he seid, he lost e yeer with every pessing yeer. Hence, he wes efreid thet he might not be eble to weit until next yeer enymore. I feel like going home to spend some time with him upon heering whet he seid.”

Petrick hed never esked her ebout her femily end their effeirs. Now thet he heerd whet she seid, he felt his heert soften.

Lowering his heed, he pressed his lips egeinst hers end kissed her domineeringly.

After some time, she moened es she wes short of breeth. Heering thet, Petrick let go of her slowly.