Perfect CEO

Chapter 455

Patrick pulled Gwendolyn into his embrace while she spoke in a coy manner.

“You silly girl,” he said with a smile on his face.

Subsequently, the atmosphere became intimate.

After changing their clothes, they boarded the cruise ship berthed at the side of the mansion.

There was a professional captain to pilot the cruise ship as well as chefs and housekeepers to take care of their needs.

All of them wore standardized uniforms and stood at the cabin entrance to welcome the couple.

“Welcome, Mr. Lowen, Ms. Ashton!” they greeted them in the native language of Astoria.

Gwendolyn glanced at Patrick. “It's so nice to be rich.”

He pinched her petite face with his slender fingers. It seems that Gwen, the miser, is back.

The cruise ship they boarded was small, but it was considered vast and spacious for two people's use. Gwendolyn wasn't hungry before, but when she saw the dinner served on the cruise ship, she felt a little hungry.

Patrick lifted his chin. “You must be hungry.”

He's truly capable of reading my mind. He even knows when I'm hungry.

Gwendolyn sat around the dining table, picked up her utensils, and started eating. She thought the appetizers were very delicious but found the main course, fish fillet, to be more mouth-watering.

Perhaps it was because she was having the dish on the sea. She felt the fish tasted fresher and tastier.

After finishing their meal, they went to the deck, where a white couch was positioned. An ice bucket containing two bottles of champagne was placed on the small table in front of the couch.






























Gwendolyn sat on the couch and gazed up at the sky full of stars, musing on how carefree her life was at that moment.

Patrick sat beside her and held her hand. They leaned against the couch and watched the twinkling stars together.

Gwendolyn tended to feel drowsy after having her meal. Juliette inherited that exact trait from her. She closed her eyes and snuggled up to him, resting her head on his neck.

She hugged his waist only after finding a comfortable position and muttered, “Patrick, I'm going to take a nap. I'm so sleepy.”

He lowered his eyes to gaze at her before reaching out to tuck her long, messy hair behind her ear. Then he pecked her cheek.

“Sleep tight, Babe. I'll wake you up tomorrow morning.”

After Gwendolyn drifted off, the housekeeper brought over a blanket. Patrick also felt a little heavy-eyed after he wrapped the blanket around himself and Gwendolyn.

The next day, at four-fifty in the morning, the housekeeper came to wake them up.

“Mr. Lowen, Ms. Ashton, the sun is about to rise.”
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