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Gwendolyn opened her eyes abruptly and met his reddened eyes. The fiery desire in his eyes was burning increasingly brighter at that moment.

“Say it quickly, or I'll stop.”

As of then, she was not doing any better than him either and thought she would feel very uncomfortable if he stopped when they were already at that stage.

With that in mind, she slid her hands to his neck and whispered, “I want you.”

“Who do you want?” The man smiled mischievously and asked again, “Tell me. Who?”

Gwendolyn could not be bothered about her pride anymore.

Anyhow, she reckoned it was not only her who was excited. He was certainly in the same boat as her.

“I want Patrick Lowen. Patrick—”

Before she could speak further, the man took her right there and then.

More than an hour later, Patrick held the petite woman in his arms, his long fingers caressing her dainty face.

“Gwen, let's do it one more time.”

Gwendolyn quickly refused. “No! With your condition, you're not allowed to do it again.”

She should not have let what had transpired earlier happen, but she did not feel like herself then.

Not to mention, she was hot and bothered, and she was sure Patrick was in the same situation as her.

Fortunately, he was fine, and she was also very pleased.

Patrick chuckled softly.

“All right, then. We still have a long time together anyway.”

She's already mine now. Now that my scent lingered on her, she'll never be able to get away from me her whole life.

At that thought, Patrick held Gwendolyn tighter in his arms.

“Let's go to sleep! It's late. We will take the kids to visit my grandparents tomorrow. They miss the children.”

Truth be told, she was exhausted and sleepy. Such an activity would consume a lot of energy to begin with.

After answering him with a grunt, she fell into a deep slumber.

Gwendolyn slept in the next morning and woke up naturally. Because her phone was turned off, the alarm did not ring.

When she opened her eyes, she yawned, evidently still sleepy. I'm so tired. My legs are sore. No, every part of my body is aching.

After a while, she sat up and pushed her long hair to the side of her neck. Her eyes were dim with sleep as she looked around the room.

Only then did she realize it was not her room but Patrick's.

A smile played about her lips as she thought of what happened last night. It seemed that she was harboring a different type of feeling for him, as though she had grown closer to the man.

Gwendolyn got out of the bed naked. While covering her chest with her hands, she trotted into his walk-in closet. Staring at the rows of white shirts, she slid her fingers over them before taking one at random and putting it on.

The clothes she wore last night could no longer be worn, so she could only don his first.

Fortunately, Patrick's shirt was very big that it reached over her crotch. Hence, she could wear it like a short dress.

Wearing only his shirt, Gwendolyn walked down the staircase barefoot.