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Gwendolyn didn't want to trouble him, so she said that to dissipate the awkward atmosphere.

Patrick gripped his phone tightly when he heard that. This woman is heartless. Even though she doesn't know I'm Juliette's father and sees me as an outsider, I've been looking after Juliette for such a long time. How could she chase me away?

Patrick's constant stare made Gwendolyn feel uncomfortable.

Hence, she tried to recall something. Before I came here, I deliberately put on a loose coat and long sleeves to conceal the injuries on my body. He can't possibly see them.

Thinking that she had something on her face, she held her hand over her face and asked, “D-Do I have something on my face?”

Evidently, his gaze was scaring her.

Patrick flashed a cold smile and replied, “It's late, Ms. Ashton. Are you chasing me away? What if I fall asleep on the wheels and get into an accident? If that happens, are you willing to shoulder the blame?”

Gwendolyn froze momentarily. Doesn't he have a driver?

“Considering the time, do you think my driver is still waiting for me downstairs?” he asked.

Gwendolyn was startled. Can he read my mind or something?

She no longer dared to let her thoughts run wild. Thus, she said, “Mr. Lowen, don't you have a private room in the hospital? Why don't you rest there? I already feel bad enough for putting you through so much trouble.”

With that, she wanted to grab Juliette. However, Patrick grabbed her arm and said coldly, “You'll wake her up.”

He was holding onto her injury, and Gwendolyn inhaled sharply due to the pain. She had to bite her lower lip to prevent herself from making a noise.

Although Gwendolyn did well to conceal it, Patrick saw right through her expression.

After all, he knew her like the back of his hand.

Patrick gently placed Juliette on the bed, but as soon as he did that, Juliette woke up.

“Mommy...” Juliette murmured in a hoarse and teary voice.

Patrick patted her lightly and comforted her, saying, “Don't be scared. Your mommy's here.”

Juliette felt a lot more at ease when she saw Gwendolyn.

“Mommy, I feel horrible!” Juliette grumbled.

When Juliette complained about how she felt, Gwendolyn sat by the bed and uttered, “Sweetheart, calm down. The doctor says you're okay.”

With that, Gwendolyn touched Juliette's forehead and noticed the latter's temperature had dropped.

“Sleep a while more, Sweetheart. You'll recover by tomorrow,” Gwendolyn reassured her daughter affectionately.

When Gwendolyn did that, she appeared warm and loving.

As the scene unfolded before him, Patrick's gaze was filled with a sense of warmth. As expected, she's the warmest and most tender in front of the kids.

Suddenly, Juliette uttered, “Mommy, get into the bed and sleep with me.”

“Sure!” Gwendolyn nodded, removed her shoes, and climbed into the bed endearingly.

When Patrick saw that, he couldn't help recalling how she was when she was in bed with him. She would flip over and let me have rough sex with her. At times, she would get scared and beg me to go slower.