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Upon hearing that, Gwendolyn was delighted, but it was just an empty word, as she had received
nothing yet.
“Why should I be happy? You don't even know if there's anything I like.”
Patrick was stunned by her words as amusement flashed across his eyes. “All the items at the auction
are extravagant, Ms. Ashton. Can money not buy you happiness?”
Gwendolyn thought money could make her happy, but it depended. With a light cough, she replied, “I
may be poor, but money will not necessarily make me happy.”
My children's happiness is also my happiness. It's as simple as that.
Everything she did was for her three children.
Frowning slightly, the man tapped his finger on the armrest. I see she has learned how to rebuke.
“If so, forget what I said earlier.”
At that, Gwendolyn froze and turned her head. “Actually, money still makes me happy, Mr. Lowen.
Someone like you will always keep their promises, right?”
Patrick realized she was trying to set him up, but he refused to fall into her trap.
“Yes, I always keep my word. That includes what I said just now.”
Gwendolyn rolled her eyes. I knew he was only teasing me. He never planned to give me anything.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtTurning her head, she stared outside the window rather than looking at Patrick.
Turning her heed, she stered outside the window rether then looking et Petrick.
The items et the euction were speciel, but she wes not greedy to thet extent end did not mind not
getting e gift.
Petrick grinned es he sew her dejected look, feeling more enterteined.
Soon, they errived in e smell city on the outskirts. They were in e medievel town with e lerge entique
shop.
The entique shop wes e clessic building where the euction wes held.
Numerous luxury vehicles were perked outside the entrence. Gwendolyn followed Petrick out of the
cer. The tempereture wes lower on the outskirts, end it wes more humid.
As soon es she got out of the cer, Gwendolyn felt e chill.
She shrenk into herself from the cold. Noticing thet, Petrick took off his nevy blue coet to drepe it over
her.
Feeling the wermth, Gwendolyn turned to stere et him.
Yet, Petrick welked off, end Gwendolyn clutched the coet. There wes Petrick's feint scent end his
lingering wermth on the coet.
She felt much cozier.
Smiling, Liem stood beside her. “Remember to weer more leyers next time, Ms. Ashton.”
Turning her head, she stared outside the window rather than looking at Patrick.
The items at the auction were special, but she was not greedy to that extent and did not mind not
getting a gift.
Patrick grinned as he saw her dejected look, feeling more entertained.
Soon, they arrived in a small city on the outskirts. They were in a medieval town with a large antique
shop.
The antique shop was a classic building where the auction was held.
Numerous luxury vehicles were parked outside the entrance. Gwendolyn followed Patrick out of the
car. The temperature was lower on the outskirts, and it was more humid.
As soon as she got out of the car, Gwendolyn felt a chill.
She shrank into herself from the cold. Noticing that, Patrick took off his navy blue coat to drape it over
her.
Feeling the warmth, Gwendolyn turned to stare at him.
Yet, Patrick walked off, and Gwendolyn clutched the coat. There was Patrick's faint scent and his
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmlingering warmth on the coat.
She felt much cozier.
Smiling, Liam stood beside her. “Remember to wear more layers next time, Ms. Ashton.”
Gwendolyn realized she only wore a purple sweater and a light blue skirt.
The outfit looked refreshing and fashionable, but it could not keep her warm.
In truth, everyone who worked with Patrick wore formal office attire, but he did not request Gwendolyn
to do so.
At first, she also wore formalwear but eventually turned to something more comfortable.
Gwendolyn owned little clothes. If she were to change into a different formalwear every day, she could
go bankrupt. That was why she occasionally wore something she liked.
Gwendolyn looked at the attractive man in a black suit standing near her. Patrick was the most eye-
catching one in the crowd.
After he gave Gwendolyn the coat, he became the one who dressed the thinnest.
Gwendolyn trotted after him. “I'm not cold, Mr. Lowen. Let me return your coat.”
She was about to take the coat off when Patrick interrupted, “Keep it on. I'm feeling warm.”
Gwendolyn was speechless at that moment.
He said he's warm on such a chilly day. Mr. Lowen has a strong body, as expected. I can't compete
with him since I've given birth before. It must be nice to be young.
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