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Patrick had fallen into a peaceful slumber as if he had been lulled into a trance by her calming and soothing scent.

His head no longer ached, and he felt himself drifting away into a world of dreams.

When Gwendolyn turned to look at him, she saw that his eyes were closed, and his breaths were deep and steady.

She exhaled at the sight. Did he seriously fall asleep? How tired is he?

Realizing how swamped he was at work, she couldn't bear to wake him up despite her rising rage.

She didn't move and allowed Patrick to hug her until the car rolled to a stop before his house.

Upon arrival, the driver turned over his shoulder to ask, “Ms. Ashton, do you need my help to bring Mr. Lowen into the house?”

I dare not wake him, but I wonder if Ms. Ashton dares to do so.

Gwendolyn snapped out of her reverie and felt a flash of irritation. Hence, she pried his hands from her waist and hopped out of the car.

“You can bring him upstairs. I'm going home now.”

With that, she marched away without looking back. The driver glanced at Patrick sleeping soundly in the backseat with a grimace.

Patrick was in a deep slumber as the sedative effects of the painkillers he had taken earlier gradually took hold.

When Gwendolyn arrived home, Camille was wide awake and gulping down a glass of water. She rushed toward Gwendolyn, her eyes widening in shock when she saw the bandage around Gwendolyn's head.

“Gwen, did you get involved in a fight?” she demanded.


Look at the injury on her head. Did she fight again? A few years ago, she had gotten herself into a bit of trouble after she resorted to violence and had to pay a hefty amount of money as a form of compensation. Has she forgotten her lesson and begun fighting again?

Gwendolyn slowly raised her hand to touch her head. “I didn't fight,” she said softly. “I just fell. It's nothing serious, so don't worry about it. Go to bed and get some rest. I'm going to go upstairs now.”

Camille remained concerned. “Remember not to get your wound wet. Be careful when you go to bed. When you head out, you must wear a cap. Otherwise, your wound may worsen, which can lead to frequent headaches.”

Gwendolyn had grown up without the guidance and care of a mother, and so when she heard Camille lecturing her in a motherly fashion, she couldn't help but crack a smile.

“Got it.”

The following morning, Gwendolyn was abruptly woken from her slumber by a sharp pain. After hearing about her injury, Juliette ran to her bedroom to poke her head.

The little girl happened to poke her wound and woke her up rudely.

Justin and Julian tried to stop her, but it was too late. They furrowed their brows, feeling bad for their mother.

Gwendolyn's face was twisted in agony. “Juliette, that hurts.”

Hearing that, Juliette retracted her finger and flashed a sweet smile.

“Oh! Mommy, you weren't faking it. Is there really a hole in your head?”

Gwendolyn shut her eyes wordlessly. She refuses to believe that I got hurt for real, huh?

Justin waved her phone. “Mommy, a lady called and said your flight is at eleven today. She reminded you to be at the airport earlier than that.”

Gwendolyn sat up in bed as she belatedly remembered that she was supposed to receive an award tomorrow.

But I look a little ugly now!