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Chapter 678 Pour Her Heart Out To Patrick
I was the one who brought Gwen here. I put her in the spot.
Feeling responsible, she could not stand by and watch Gwendolyn embarrass herself.
Lucas refused to let go. “Enough. Let Gwendolyn speak her mind. She and Pat should have closure,
after all.”
Lucas' words swayed Lucy. She realized that Gwendolyn would only dare speak to Patrick like this
when she was drunk.
She would never be this uncouth if she were sober, nor would she speak her mind so bluntly.
Besides, she would not think she had the right to interrogate him or even approach him.
Just as well. Since she's drunk, she might not even remember what happens when she wakes up
tomorrow. Venting would be cathartic, after all. Look at how thin she's become over the past few
months!
Having quietly pulled Camille aside earlier that day, Lucy found that Gwendolyn had grown so thin
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtbecause she had no appetite of late and barely ate.
I'm worried that Gwen will become anorexic if this goes on. Even worse, I fear she would become
depressed.
Gwendolyn smiled sweetly after saying his name.
Then, she began to weep, punctuated by occasional sniffles.
Patrick grimaced. “Speak your mind, Ms. Ashton. Your smiling and crying like that is deeply unsettling.”
The occupants of the table laughed. “Speak up, Gwen! We support you,” Kevin chimed in.
Estelle raised her hand. “Good luck, Gwen!”
Hearing their voices, Gwen wiped her tears.
“There are too many people here. I would like to speak to him in private. May I, please?”
Though drunk, she was cognizant enough to know that some words were meant for her and Patrick
alone, which would be inappropriate to be heard by the others.
Lucy stood up. “Let's go. We'll wait for them outside.”
Then, she pulled Lucas to his feet. “Come on! Don't eavesdrop on other people's private affairs.”
Kevin wrapped his arm around Estelle, looking rather crestfallen. “Come on, Estelle. Let me console
your broken, meddlesome heart.”
Estelle stood up and scoffed at him.
“I'm not in the habit of listening in on other couples' private talks.”
Then, she flung Kevin's hand aside and strode out. He gave chase.
Only Jocelyn, Patrick, and Gwendolyn remained in the private room.
Patrick cast a sideways glance beside him. “Leave us, Jocelyn.”
She knew that he wanted to hear what Gwendolyn had to say to him and that he did not want her there
to kill the mood.
Rising to her feet, she heaved a sigh.
“You know, I think you shouldn't lie to her if you still love her.”
Women dislike being lied to more than anything. He won't be able to take it back when it backfires.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmPatrick ignored her. He waited for her to leave the room before speaking.
“What is it you want to say, Ms. Ashton? Only the two of us are left in here.”
Gwendolyn scanned her surroundings. The other figures seemed to have disappeared.
Then, she addressed the seat beside him in a dull voice.
“I know you hate me, Patrick. I regret it. I thought I could repay my debt of gratitude to someone by
marrying them, but I have learned my lesson. Though I'm married to Zayden, I don't love him, and I
cannot accept him. I can't even bear having him come near me, let alone sleep with him. When it
comes to sex, I don't think I can accept anybody else except you.”
Indeed, such intimate words were inappropriate for anybody else to hear.
Patrick's eyes lit up. “Have you not slept with him after your wedding?” he asked quietly.
Gwendolyn shook her head. “No. I can't do it. That is why Zayden hates me and blames me. I deserve
it.”
She hung her head as she spoke, feeling like she deserved the beatings Zayden delivered.
Sometimes, she even relished the beatings in lieu of sleeping with him.
I am a horrible, horrible person.
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