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Gwendolyn chuckled upon hearing his words.
“I don't have a fixed brand that I usually gravitate toward. Besides, I don't have much money, so I only
pick clothes that are the most comfortable instead of fussing over the brand.”
Gwendolyn used to be the daughter of the Ashton family. Naturally, she had her own preference for
jewelry, clothing, and make-up. It was just that her poor financial status in recent years did not allow her
for such indulgences anymore.
Angeline's face fell when she heard that. Gwendolyn was a country bumpkin, just as she had expected.
Alas, Zayden liked her, so Angeline had no choice but to acknowledge the woman. Only then would
Zayden return to Angeline's side, and they could go back to the good old days.
For the sake of her son, she decided to just tolerate it.
She would coach Gwendolyn when the latter married into the Sullivan family. Angeline herself was born
into a prominent family, so she was confident that she could groom Gwendolyn into a decent socialite.
Angeline tried to start a conversation with Gwendolyn throughout the entire drive, but the latter only
came up with half-hearted responses.
At last, they arrived at their destination. Gwendolyn hurriedly got out of the car and waved her goodbye.
“Goodbye, Mrs. Surrington.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThen, she turned around and walked toward her house, feeling finally relieved.
Just as she entered the house, her phone rang. It was a call from Lucy.
“Congratulations, Gwen! I was just watching the TV and saw that you've won the New Designer of the
Year Award.”
Gwendolyn changed into slippers and headed toward the living room.
“I bought gifts for you and Melanie. I will bring them to you when I go over there tomorrow. By the way,
is Melanie's surgery scheduled for next week?”
“Yes. They've adjusted the time, but it's been finalized. The surgery will be done next Wednesday.”
Gwendolyn smiled when she heard that. “That's a relief to hear. After all, it's never wrong to be
prepared.”
Lucy glanced at Melanie, whose spirit had dimmed greatly lately. Fortunately, the surgery was
happening, and she knew Melanie would get better after that.
“Lucas has invited a few doctors over. He said they're the most authoritative doctors in this area. The
chance of success is higher if they're the ones who perform the surgery.”
Gwendolyn threw herself on the couch, feeling utterly exhausted after the long day.
“At least he has a conscience. The next time you see him, don't let him get away again.”
Lucy chuckled. “He... won't.”
The two chattered for a while longer before ending the call.
Then, Gwendolyn took the remote and turned on the TV. She zapped between the channels
absentmindedly. There have been no good shows recently.
Meanwhile, Zayden was in his study at Dragonhill Mansion, reading.
Suzanne ran toward the study with a phone in her hand. “Mr. Surrington... Mr. Surrington... it's for you.”
Her mellow voice was melodious.
Zayden put the book away and tossed a glance at the young girl. “Who's calling? Why are you so
flustered?”
Suzanne paused and pondered for a moment.
“It's the person you asked me to pay special attention to last time—Old Mr. Ashton.”
Hearing this, Zayden took the phone and answered the call, “Hello?”
“Zayden, do you have some time to spare today? I would like to meet you.”
Zayden's voice was deep and tinged with admiration as he replied, “I do have time, Old Mr. Ashton. My
eyes have yet to recover, so I've got nothing to do lately.”
Michael couldn't help feeling sorry for the young man when he heard the latter's response.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Don't worry. Medical technology is extremely advanced these days, so you'll be just fine.”
“Thank you for your kind words, Old Mr. Ashton.” Zayden chuckled as he spoke.
The man's smile was dazzling, so much so that Suzanne was in a daze as she looked at him. Mr.
Surrington is so handsome when he smiles.
She propped her chin up with a hand and observed the man from across the desk, an impish smile
hanging at the corner of her lips.
“All right. I'll be there on time. See you soon!”
After Zayden hung up the phone, he saw Suzanne across the desk, cupping her chin with a foolish
smile on her face, and his expression instantly dimmed.
“Suzanne, have you finished ironing my laundry?”
Startled, the young girl straightened her posture and accidentally hit her leg against the sharp corner of
the desk, causing her to grimace in pain.
“I'll get right on it, but Mr. Surrington, aren't we going out soon?”
Suzanne hadn't left the hill before, and she was excited.
Back then, she dared not venture out by herself. But now that she had Zayden as her company, she
was ready to go out and explore the colorful world.
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