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The car stopped at a farm. It was an agritourism resort, and there were lanterns hanging from the trees
in the courtyard. It was beautifully decorated.
The chauffeur and Liam held the car doors open for them. Gwendolyn exited the car to be greeted by a
gust of cold wind. Shivering, she shrank inside the big coat.
Thank goodness I still have Patrick's coat. Otherwise, I would definitely freeze to death.
Seeing that Patrick was standing a short distance away, Gwendolyn hurriedly caught up to him.
Pulling her into his arms, the man remarked, “You'll be warmer like this.”
Though his voice sounded cold, Gwendolyn could hear the concern in his voice.
Gwendolyn instinctively wanted to dodge, but she felt warmer when he held her. Hence, she remained
silent and let him hold her as they walked inside.
They were the only people in the cafeteria. Lucas and Kevin were sitting around the fireplace while the
chauffeur and their subordinates sat at the tables surrounding them.
It was much warmer inside, and Gwendolyn withdrew from Patrick's arms.
“You'll be sitting with us,” he quickly reminded when he saw her about to head to Liam's table.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAs his secretary, Gwendolyn could only comply with his instruction. Hence, she trailed behind him and
sat down at Kevin and the other's table.
At this time, Kevin had already gone over the menu and announced, “Tonight we will have grilled
venison steak! The meat is incredibly fresh, for they hunted earlier today.”
Lucas poured some coffee and set it in front of Gwendolyn.
“Ms. Ashton, here, drink some coffee. It will warm you up,” he remarked.
“Ms. Ashton, here, drink some coffee. It will warm you up,” he remarked.
Gwendolyn's cheeks were flushed from the cold. That was especially so for her nose, which had turned
a bright red. She looked delicate and fragile.
She had a fair complexion that would turn red at the slightest exposure to the cold.
Smiling gratefully at him, she replied, “Thank you!”
At the sight of Lucas, she immediately thought of Lucy. Holding the cup of steaming coffee, she took a
small sip.
Her body warmed up instantly.
Gwendolyn informed, “Mr. Gomez, I have some good news for you. Melanie has already found a new
bone marrow donor. You don't have to feel guilty over it anymore.”
Upon hearing that, Lucas spat out a mouthful of water, as his eyes widened in astonishment.
“Really?”
I thought Lucy and I have already reached an agreement? She will accompany me for a month, and
when I'm satisfied, I'll donate my bone marrow to Melanie.
He had spent them with Lucy the past few days and was feeling delighted about it.
He felt a little upset at the possibility that Lucy was going to renege on their deal.
Lucas' face fell, and he seemed lost in his own thoughts.
At this moment, Patrick commented, “Good, then. Luke can't donate his bone marrow, anyway. Now
that Melanie has managed to find another donor, there's hope for her.”
Gwendolyn nodded in agreement. “Exactly! Otherwise, things could go really wrong for her.”
On the flip side, Kevin held onto Portrait of a Beauty and pointed at them. “Look at this beauty. Isn't she
gorgeous?”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmGwendolyn knitted her brows and threw a glance at it before muttering, “She's a little plump.”
With that said, she let out a giggle. Judging from this portrait, it's indeed true that in ancient times,
women were considered beautiful if they were chubbier.
Kevin had a sharp hearing. Upon hearing her words and seeing the way she giggled, he asked
threateningly, “Gwen, what did you just say?”
Every time he saw Gwendolyn, he seemed to be unable to hold his own.
It was the same this time around, and he could not take it any longer.
Gwendolyn hastily shook her head and responded, “I said this portrait looks great.”
Upon hearing her reply, Kevin was overjoyed. He stood up abruptly and exclaimed, “That's right! Gwen
has better taste than both of you. The two of you criticized my goddess and said that she's plump, but
in ancient times, that was the standard of beauty. Furthermore, there is a legend that says that she will
enter one's dream at night. Tonight, I'll see if I can have a glimpse of her!”
As he spoke, a smirk appeared on his face. He seemed to already be envisioning having an encounter
with the woman in the portrait.
Hmm. I wonder how I should greet her when I meet her.
Gwendolyn suddenly gave a startled cry, “Mr. Chavez, t-the painting...”
Still lost in his thoughts, Kevin did not realize that his painting had already caught fire.
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