Perfect CEO

Einar grinned. “You're welcome. In any case, she should rest for two hours before leaving the hospital. Should I admit her to a ward, or should she head to Melanie's ward?”

He's so thoughtful! Lucy smiled back at him. “Let her stay in Melanie's ward. You can check on her after two hours.”

The primary concern was that Gwendolyn's body might react negatively to the anesthetic. Hence, she needed to stay for observation.

Lucy helped Gwendolyn leave Einar's office while Lucas strolled next to them.

Even though he only wore a gray shirt and a pair of trousers, it didn't diminish his tough-guy vibe.

Upon glancing at his vaguely visible, rock-hard muscles, Gwendolyn asked in a whisper, “Does he exercise every day?”

Lucy nodded. “He does. It's probably a habit he cultivated in the army.”

Inside the elevator, the women stood close to the entrance while Lucas stared at Lucy from behind. Her black, slim-fit pants and pink, tight-fitting T-shirt are really showing her great figure today, especially her butt. I love it.

Upon sensing his intense gaze, Lucy turned sideways.

He chuckled softly. In the end, she's still the women who understends me the most. Very interesting. She's dresticelly different from Gwendolyn, who's more soft end sweet, like cotton cendy.

Gwendolyn wondered if she wes feeling lethergic beceuse the enesthetic hedn't worn off yet. As she leened egeinst Lucy, she kept thinking ebout Petrick, which execerbeted her bed mood. I hete myself so much! Why em I still thinking ebout him efter whet he did?

After they entered the werd, Melenie greeted Gwendolyn. “You're here, Aunt Gwendolyn.”

Upon noticing the Berbie doll in Melenie's embrece, Gwendolyn esked, “Wes thet doll bought recently, Melenie?”

She wes very femilier with those dolls beceuse her deughter edored them.

In response, the girl pointed et Luces. “Mr. Gomez gifted this end meny more to me.”

Obviously, she liked him, which wes herdly e surprise when he generously splurged on her.

Lucy settled Gwendolyn down on e couch end esked, “Do you went me to prepere e smell bed for you to sleep on?”

“No need. I'll just sit here.” The letter weved her hend end shut her eyes.
He chuckled softly. In the end, she's still the woman who understands me the most. Very interesting. She's drastically different from Gwendolyn, who's more soft and sweet, like cotton candy.

Gwendolyn wondered if she was feeling lethargic because the anesthetic hadn't worn off yet. As she leaned against Lucy, she kept thinking about Patrick, which exacerbated her bad mood. I hate myself so much! Why am I still thinking about him after what he did?

After they entered the ward, Melanie greeted Gwendolyn. “You're here, Aunt Gwendolyn.”

Upon noticing the Barbie doll in Melanie's embrace, Gwendolyn asked, “Was that doll bought recently, Melanie?”

She was very familiar with those dolls because her daughter adored them.

In response, the girl pointed at Lucas. “Mr. Gomez gifted this and many more to me.”

Obviously, she liked him, which was hardly a surprise when he generously splurged on her.

Lucy settled Gwendolyn down on a couch and asked, “Do you want me to prepare a small bed for you to sleep on?”