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Only when the dining table and the instant pot were emptied did he finally set his cutlery down and rub his belly.

“I'm stuffed.”

Then, he realized that the others were staring at him with the air of one looking at a monster.

He chuckled uncomfortably. “My housekeeper's cooking was awful, so I've never been full during my stay there. Your cooking is simply delicious, Camille. I might have overindulged.”

Lucy placed her chin in her hand. “You should be telling your boss that instead of coming over here.”

Sensing something awry, she became stern. I wonder if Patrick is going to crash the wedding. If he does, I'm going to have a very different impression of him.

“I have some delicacies I bought for Ms. Ashton and the children,” Liam replied. “Mr. Lowen is on a business trip in Corleon.”

Lucy was disappointed by his response. She then got up from her seat.

“Let me help you clear up, Camille.”

Camille's expression changed as well, to Liam's confusion. What's going on?

Sighing, he turned to Lucas.

“Did you tell Mr. Lowen about Ms. Ashton's wedding?”

Lucas had his attention fixed on his phone. At those words, he gazed up and gave a nonchalant answer.

“We shouldn't meddle in other people's affairs.”

Lucas was also aware that Patrick could not afford another shock, or his life might be in danger.

However, the incident must be kept a secret. We would not dare say anything if he would not let Gwendolyn know a thing.

Liam heaved a sigh, feeling powerless at the whole affair.

Even Mr. Lowen's men could do nothing. I, an assistant, could do even less. Ah, well. Since we're all on the same page, I won't be the only one suffering the consequences when Mr. Lowen's temper erupts.

Meanwhile, John was taking Patrick out for a walk on the streets of Corleon.

He was holding his phone. “We don't come to Marsingfill often, Mr. Lowen. Let me take a few pictures for you.”

They were on the most famous street in the city, which was flanked by buildings built over a century ago. The tourists who visit would take pictures of themselves there and upload them on social media.

“No, thank you,” Patrick said coldly. “Go ahead.”

As he strode onward, he asked, “Where is that store you spoke of?”

John had told him about a store specializing in handmade, custom lipsticks. It was a place of pilgrimage for women all over the world. Old Mrs. Lowen would be so happy if he brought some home to her.

There was indeed such a store, which he wanted to distract Patrick with. He knew that the latter missed Gwendolyn and thought he would want to have some lipstick made for her.

At his employer's behest, John forwent the notion of sightseeing and led Patrick to the store, which had a delightful name, Paean.

Gazing at the name from the entrance, Patrick smiled faintly. He liked the name very much.

The duo entered the store.