Chapter 536


    In fact, Lucas wanted to tell Gwendolyn the truth, but Patrick asked them to keep it a secret. He dared


    not dare say a word about it, even if he were courageous enough.


    “He probably got a cold,” Lucas uttered casually.


    He had no choice but to make up such a lie. However, he knew Patrick''s hospitalization must have


    something to do with the bullet in thetter''s head.


    If that were not the case, Patrick would not get sick easily, given how healthy he was.


    Gwendolyn nodded. “So he got a cold!”


    With that, she felt relieved. He''s in such an excellent hospital anyway, so a cold would be no biggie for


    him.


    Then, she grabbed her phone and started ying games on it.


    Recently, she got addicted to ying Honor of Kings and would y a few rounds every day whenever


    she had free time.


    Meanwhile, in Patrick''s ward, Rosalie sat elegantly on the couch.


    When she heard from her mother that Patrick was at the hospital where Kevin worked and that he was


    sick, she could not stay put and hurried over.


    However, Patrick was not in his ward, so she could only wait.


    Upon hearing footsteps, Rosalie turned to the doorway, only to see Felicia stopping in her tracks and


    looking at her.


    “Hello, Ms. Chavez,” Felicia greeted.


    She had heard about the past between Rosalie and Patrick. Back then, she assumed the duo would


    have an arranged marriage as the Chavez family had a very close rtionship with the Lowen family.


    Alice and Linda were best friends, while Felicia''s aunt, Stephanie, married into the Chavez family. That


    was why she heard a lot about their affairs.


    Rosalie nodded slightly. “Hello, Ms. Ashton.”


    This daughter of the Ashton family has been the center of attention recently. Not only did she make the


    headlines of the entertainment news, the public even sees her and Patrick as a couple now. How


    puzzling. Shouldn''t it be Gwendolyn? Why did it turn out to be her?


    Acting like she was Patrick''s woman, Felicia walked into the ward with her back straight and put down


    the empty thermos.


    “Pat probably went to see the doctor. I''ll pour you a drink. Do you drink tea or coffee?” she asked.


    As she spoke, she walked toward the door to get Rosalie a drink.


    Naturally, thetter sensed Felicia''s intentions and uttered calmly, “No thanks. I don''t want anything.”


    That left Felicia no choice but to stop in her tracks, turn around, and sit on the couch with Rosalie.


    She took out her phone and gave it cursory nces, sneaking looks at Rosalie asionally.


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    It seems like aside from Gwendolyn, this woman beside me is also a strong rival. Even though she''s


    young, she ought to be more challenging to deal withpared to Gwendolyn. Her mom is someone''s


    second wife, after all. I bet her mom has some tricks up her sleeve. Rosalie isn''t as beautiful as


    Gwendolyn, but she''s born into a noble family, studied abroad, and is close to the Lowens. That''s right;


    she''s my strongest rival.


    Sitting elegantly, Rosalie casually flipped through a magazine.


    When she noticed that the woman beside her kept peeking at her, she closed the magazine and looked


    at Felicia.


    “Ms. Ashton, you don''t have to look at me like that. Pat and I have known each other since we were


    young. It''s my duty to visit him at the hospital,” Rosalie voiced.


    Felicia smiled. “You just look so beautiful, Ms. Chavez. I can''t help admiring your beauty.”


    Her praise took Rosalie by surprise. No woman would dislike beingplimented.


    “Ms. Ashton, you''re a smooth talker,” Rosaliemented.


    Then, Felicia said, “Patrick and I are getting married soon. Why don''t you be my bridesmaid since


    you''re his childhood friend?”


    As she spoke, the smile on her face widened while her gaze was filled with smugness.


    The smile on Rosalie''s face froze. “No, I don''t want to be a bridesmaid. I would rather be the bride,” she


    replied, her voice turning colder.


    I see. So she started the conversation in that way just to say this. She sure loves to brag.


    Felicia''s face fell. Never did she expect Rosalie to be as wilful as the rumors had described her to be.


    The atmosphere in the ward grew tense and extremely awkward in an instant.


    The two women did not say a word, each doing their own things.


    Patrick, dressed in a hospital gown, entered the ward. His face was pale, and there were stubbles on


    his chin.