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When Gwendolyn went into the office the next day, she slumped onto her chair, too tired to even move
a muscle.
The previous night, she had tried her best to rush home, but she was still late by ten minutes.
Consequently, she was dragged out of bed by her two sons at half-past five that morning. They tied a
sandbag to her leg and forced her to run with them.
After running for five kilometers, her calves were then quivering, and she was dead tired.
It had been too long since she had undergone such intense training. In the past, Zayden was the one
who coerced her in such a manner.
At that time, she had just started working at Night City. Zayden was worried about her, so he forced her
to learn taekwondo.
Her stamina was poor, so he would come over at the crack of dawn every single day to drag her out for
a run. Her two sons learned quickly and used that same method to punish her.
When Patrick saw the woman who flopped into the chair like a dead fish after coming into the office, he
lifted his head from his pile of documents.
“My coffee, Ms. Ashton.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtOnly then did Gwendolyn shoot to her feet. However, he distinctly glimpsed the fleeting furrow of her
brows.
Hmm? Is she not feeling well? Is she on her menstruation, perhaps? No, that's not right.
He knew her time of the month, and it had only been a week ago. When she had her menstruation, she
would have a hot-water bag in her hands and look all chagrined with everyone.
She had smashed two of his coffee cups and even walked all over him. In short, she was short-
tempered during her time of the month.
Nonetheless, he had put up with it and tolerated her, seeing that she was on her period.
What's wrong with her today? She looks as though she's exhausted.
Gwendolyn went to the pantry on shaky legs and brewed Patrick his favorite coffee with only a dash of
milk. Then, she placed it in front of him.
“Your coffee, Mr. Lowen.”
After saying that, she seemingly recalled something, for her lovely eyes narrowed a fraction.
“Mr. Lowen, please don't forget that you have a video conference at half-past nine.”
Having said that, she hastily went back to her desk and sat down. At once, she felt much better.
She started burying her head in her work. There were incoming calls from time to time, and she would
filter them again before patching them through to Patrick.
When Patrick glanced at Gwendolyn after his video conference concluded, he saw that she was
sprawled on her desk, fast asleep.
His gaze gentled slightly, and he walked over, draping a jacket over her.
Actually, he was more inclined toward carrying her to the lounge for a nap, but she was a light sleeper.
If he were to move her, she would definitely awaken.
Fortunately, the office was equipped with a thermostatic temperature control system, so it was pretty
warm.
Dipping his head, he swept his gaze over her desk that was kept neat and tidy.
Her notebook lay open, and there was a note on the screen that read: Tuesday and Thursday, class at
seven o'clock in the evening.
Patrick committed that to memory and resolved not to hold her back when she was working so hard.
At that precise moment, the chief secretary, Amber, pushed open the door and walked in. In a flash, her
eyes widened slightly at the sight of Patrick draping a jacket over Gwendolyn.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAlthough there had been rumors within the company recently that Gwendolyn had been cast aside by
Patrick, the former still stayed shamelessly.
Judging from the look of things then, however, it was a misunderstanding on their part.
In fact, Patrick's concerned gaze and tender expression right then was evidence enough.
Amber had been working for the man for three years, but she had never seen him such.
Rooted to the spot, Amber gaped at her employer. It wasn't until she sensed his icy gaze that she jolted
back to her senses.
“Mr. Lowen, Ms. Ashton phoned me earlier and told me to remind you to go for the tuxedo fitting today.”
Their engagement banquet was three days later, but Patrick hadn't yet tried on the tuxedo and all.
Therefore, it was evident that he seemingly didn't take it to heart.
Patrick made a shushing gesture at her, upon which Amber hurriedly zipped her mouth.
As the man waved a hand to shoo her away, the realization that he was afraid she would disrupt his
beloved's sleep dawned upon her.
Indeed, that was Amber's thought—Gwendolyn was Patrick's most precious beloved.
She carefully closed the door. While standing at the door, she patted herself on the chest lightly.
Phew! If I had woken her, I would've probably been dismissed on the spot!
Just then, Liam strolled over and inquired, “Where's Mr. Lowen, Ms. Johnson?”
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