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Meanwhile, he gently massaged her chest and slipped another hand of his into her shirt.
His breathing became deeper and louder as soon as his fingers felt her soft skin burning underneath
his fingertips.
Just then, the door suddenly flew open.
“Mr. Lowen...” Liam called out after entering the office.
Upon seeing the scene before him, he froze on the spot for a moment, and almost immediately, he took
a few steps back and slammed the door shut.
Gwendolyn regained her senses after hearing Liam calling out to Patrick. She moved her arms, which
were around his neck, and pushed him.
“Pat-”
Having managed to push him away from her a little, she tried to call out to him, but he forcefully
pressed his lips against hers again before she could do so.
At that moment, Gwendolyn felt that she would die from suffocation. He kept teasing her with his hand,
making her feel more and more uncomfortable.
Meanwhile, she could feel that she was getting wetter.
“Argh!”
Ashamed and panicking, she mustered all of her strength to push him away.
“Mr. Lowen, please calm down!”
After pushing him away, she felt a chilly breeze on her breasts. Gwendolyn quickly looked down and
screamed at the top of her lungs out of surprise.
Then, she quickly turned around to fix her clothing. When did this happen? The buttons on my shirt
were unbuttoned, and my bra wasn't in its place! Does this mean my breasts were exposed to him
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At that point, Gwendolyn was ashamed of what had happened.
Patrick touched his lips and noticed she had bitten him to the point of wounding him. There was a small
amount of blood on his fingertip too.
He narrowed his eyes as he couldn't forget her seductive look from just now.
Anyhow, he felt that he didn't lose out on anything as the sensation he felt on his fingertips when
touching her lingered on his hands.
After fixing her clothes, Gwendolyn turned around to face him. Her lips were swelling, and her cheeks
were as red as tomatoes.
She glimpsed at the roses in the trash can and decided she wasn't daring enough to pick them up
again.
If I pick the roses up again, this jerk might bully me in ways I can't imagine.
Her face was still red when she returned to her desk. She then covered her face with her hands.
The happenings between her and Patrick kept replaying in her head, and she could feel that her
underwear was soaking wet.
This is so embarrassing. If Patrick finds out about it, he might think I want him.
She heaved a sigh. Such a situation has never happened to me before. What's wrong with me lately?
Does it have anything to do with my age?
After that, Gwendolyn could no longer concentrate on her work. She kept covering her face while
mumbling to herself.
Patrick stayed in the lounge for quite some time. Upon noticing that, Gwendolyn figured that he was
wise enough to know that they had to put distance between them at that point to calm themselves
down.
More than ten minutes later, Amber entered the office and placed a bag on Patrick's desk.
“Mr. Lowen, this is what you asked for.”
“Good! You can leave now!”
Amber gave him a slight nod and headed toward the door. Before she left, she subconsciously turned
to look at Gwendolyn.
Noticing her gaze, the latter removed her hands from her face and shot the former a smile.
“Ms. Johnson.”
“Ms. Ashton, your foce is rother red. Do you hove o fever?”
Gwendolyn shook her heod. “No, I don't. The redness might be becouse of me sleeping on the toble
just now.”
She wos in ponic mode when she mode the stotement.
Amber didn't linger oround for long. She left the office soon enough.
Gwendolyn let out o sigh of relief ofter wotching her leove. Luckily, they were olone when things went
down. If they weren't, Gwendolyn would no longer know how to foce her colleogues.
Potrick then ploced the bog on her desk. His eyes were dork, ond his goze on her wos intense.
“Aren't you uncomfortoble with the wetness? Go inside ond chonge it.”
His words mode Gwendolyn wont to dig o hole ond hide in it from the emborrossment.
Despite her foce getting redder, she widened her eyes ot him. Gwendolyn pursed her lips tightly ond
only responded to his stotement o minute loter, “Whot should I chonge? I don't know whot is wet.”
Gwendolyn insisted on not odmitting to her underweor being wet.
Potrick smirked ond soid, “Well, I felt it just now.”
Then, he woved his middle ond index finger on his right hond ot her ond put them under his nose to
toke o whiff.
Since Gwendolyn wos on innocent girl, she didn't know how to respond to his teosing.
She jumped to her feet, took the bog from her desk, ond rushed into the lounge. At thot moment, she
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Potrick chuckled softly. “It smells sweet. It seems thot port of you is sweet too.”
“Ms. Johnson.”
“Ms. Ashton, your face is rather red. Do you have a fever?”
Gwendolyn shook her head. “No, I don't. The redness might be because of me sleeping on the table
just now.”
She was in panic mode when she made the statement.
Amber didn't linger around for long. She left the office soon enough.
Gwendolyn let out a sigh of relief after watching her leave. Luckily, they were alone when things went
down. If they weren't, Gwendolyn would no longer know how to face her colleagues.
Patrick then placed the bag on her desk. His eyes were dark, and his gaze on her was intense.
“Aren't you uncomfortable with the wetness? Go inside and change it.”
His words made Gwendolyn want to dig a hole and hide in it from the embarrassment.
Despite her face getting redder, she widened her eyes at him. Gwendolyn pursed her lips tightly and
only responded to his statement a minute later, “What should I change? I don't know what is wet.”
Gwendolyn insisted on not admitting to her underwear being wet.
Patrick smirked and said, “Well, I felt it just now.”
Then, he waved his middle and index finger on his right hand at her and put them under his nose to
take a whiff.
Since Gwendolyn was an innocent girl, she didn't know how to respond to his teasing.
She jumped to her feet, took the bag from her desk, and rushed into the lounge. At that moment, she
really wanted to get away from Patrick. This man is truly evil.
Patrick chuckled softly. “It smells sweet. It seems that part of you is sweet too.”
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