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Candace could not stand her daughter being wronged. She scoffed, “Fel, I'll go and see them
tomorrow. Don't worry. Gwendolyn will disappear soon!”
Felicia felt better upon hearing her mother's promise.
Gwendolyn had made her feel so aggrieved that night, so she was determined to make Gwendolyn pay
with pounds of flesh.
Meanwhile, Gwendolyn was feeling a little hungry after the dance. “Patrick, let's go and eat something!”
Patrick smiled. He wrapped his arms around her and patted her head dotingly. “Sure. What do you feel
like eating?”
He was not a fan of cold buffet food. However, Kevin told him before that there was a restaurant near
the buffet area where Patrick could order whatever he wanted.
Gwendolyn pondered for a moment before asking, “Isn't there a buffet?”
She could take some of each of the dishes. After all, she was not a picky eater, so she could eat
whatever was edible.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe two walked over to the dining area. After pushing the door open, they arrived at a tiny restaurant.
Gwendolyn was shocked for a second. “Are you the owner of this hotel?”
Why does he own a private restaurant here? That's incredible!
Patrick thought that Gwendolyn and her thoughts were adorable.
“My family doesn't own this hotel. It belongs to the Chavez family. But then, due to my connection with
Kev, I have the right to order whatever I want to eat here.”
Gwendolyn nodded. That makes sense. After all, although Patrick and Kevin are not brothers by blood,
they are so close to each other.
Patrick pulled out a chair for her like a gentleman. As soon as Gwendolyn sat down, she took off her
mask and put it on the table.
Picking up her glass, she gulped down a mouthful of water. She felt a little thirsty after drinking the
alcohol just now.
Patrick took off his mask too. Not long after, a server walked over to take their order. “Mr. Lowen, what
would you like to order?”
Patrick handed the menu to Gwendolyn. “Gwen, you can take a look at the menu. What do you feel like
eating?”
As Gwendolyn opened the menu, she noticed all the dishes on it looked exquisite. Moreover, most of
them were wild delicacies such as wild mushrooms, wild greens, venison steak, and wild goat meat.
After browsing through the menu, she found all of them looked delicious. Looking at Patrick, she said,
“Mr. Lowen, you can make the final call. After all, I can eat everything.”
Unlike her, Patrick was allergic to seafood. However, he was willing to peel some prawns for her every
time. It seemed like although he could not eat them, it was fine for him to touch them.
With that, Patrick started ordering the food. “I would like to have one grilled venison steak, roasted
lamb, wild mushroom soup, and grilled eggplant.”
Gwendolyn realized that Patrick had ordered all the dishes she felt like eating after she browsed the
menu.
Hence, she shot him a glance secretly. Can he read other people's minds?
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However, she did not tell him what she was thinking. She assumed that he had ordered those dishes
because those were the signatures of that restaurant.
Gwendolyn finished a glass of water while waiting for the food to get served.
Patrick furrowed his brows slightly. “Don't drink so much water. Otherwise, you might not be able to
finish your food later.” He sounded like he was taking care of a child.
To Gwendolyn, he looked more and more similar to her when she was lecturing her three children.
Cupping her face with both hands, she stared at him intently. “Patrick, should I call you 'Mommy' in the
future?”
A faint smile crept on Patrick's exquisite face when his Adam's apple bobbed sexily. As he stared at
Gwendolyn, his gaze darkened. “You can call me 'Daddy.' I prefer you call me that.”
After all, he was a man, and he was the future father of her children. Hence, he felt that it was
reasonable for her to address him like that.
Gwendolyn rolled her eyes at him. “I don't want to call you that. You don't understand what I'm saying.
What I meant was you look like you're taking care of a child when you take care of me.”
He reached out his arm to hold her soft, delicate hand. Caressing the back of her palm, he said, “I'm
being serious, Gwen. Can you call me that on the bed next time?”
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