Chapter 77


    Patrick had clearly seen Gwendolyn remove his shirtst night with his own eyes. She''s trying to push


    the me on Ms. Ziegler.


    He smirked knowingly and shot her a nce. Suspicion flitted through his piercing gaze.


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    “I remember seeing you take it offst night,” he insisted.


    His usation caused Gwendolyn to blush.


    D*mn it!


    The gears in her mind turned, and she exined, “You must have imagined it. You had a lot to drink


    last night, after all. Ms. Ziegler was the one who took off your clothes for you. She even wiped your


    body. It would have been too awkward for me to do these things otherwise.”


    Gwendolyn admirably kept herposure as she lied through her teeth. Patrick deepened his scrutiny.


    Suddenly, he pulled off the covers and stood up.


    Gwendolyn''s eyes widened in shock at the sight of his cut figure. Her eyes strayed to the region of his


    manhood, and she barely stopped herself from gaping.


    Isn''t this too much?


    She hurriedly spun around and stammered, “I washed and dried your clothes for you. Just wait here


    while I get them for you.”


    Gwendolyn practically sprinted from the bedroom to the balcony. She grabbed his clothes from the


    laundry rack and draped them over her arm.


    Her brows scrunched in confusion as she stared at the clothes. Why are they so crumpled?


    She btedly realized that all his clothes were custom-made, and water was their biggest enemy. His


    clothes needed gentle dry-cleaning, and they could not withstand the rough tumbling of the washing


    machine.


    Gwendolyn checked thebels on his clothes and stumbled backward in horror.


    Dear God! This set is worth hundreds of thousands! I can''t believe I ruined them! Is he going to make


    me pay him back for this?


    She closed her eyes in exasperation. My rtionship with money has be a rollercoaster ride since


    I met Patrick! Urgh! I don''t want to cook and clean for him for the rest of my life!


    Gwendolyn eventually hid his clothes and returned to the bedroom.


    She hemmed and hawed as Patrick asked, “Where are my clothes?”


    “Erm, Mr. Lowen, a thief stole your clothes from the balconyst night.”


    It''s a pretty convincing lie, right? Clothing theft is prettymon around these parts. I''m not exactly


    making things up.


    She added for good measure, “Perhaps your expensive clothes were too eye-catching.”


    Gwendolyn followed this up with a sheepish smile while Patrick''s expression darkened.


    “Did you ruin them in the washing machine?”


    “Yes! I mean, no, of course not! I dry-cleaned them and aired them for a while outside. I didn''t think


    they would be stolen.”


    I already caught her in her lie. She''s smart to im they were stolen, though. Did she think I wouldn''t


    make her “pay” for her mistake?


    Suddenly, Gwendolyn piped up, “I''ll get you something else to wear. There are some men''s clothes


    here as they were for—”


    She stopped herself abruptly when she realized Patrick would never wear someone else''s clothes.


    She stopped herself abruptly when she realized Patrick would never wear someone else''s clothes.


    Quietly, Gwendolyn took out a high-cored white shirt, a gray sweater, and a pair of khaki-colored


    pants.


    “These are all new. You can wear them for now.”


    She carefullyid the clothes out on the bed. Patrick appraised the selection and concluded that the


    clothes were to Gwendolyn''s taste.


    She''s obsessed with warm colors. Who the heck is she trying to dress as a Koandrian idol?


    “Did you buy these for Zayden?”


    Gwendolyn nodded in response to his urate guess.


    She exined, “I knitted this sweater myself. It took me a long time. I bought the pants, though.”


    Back then, she had wanted to thank Zayden for his help. While she could not afford much, she thought


    of giving him a hand-knitted sweater. It went well with the pair of pants Camille had bought.


    Patrick immediately snatched the clothes from her hands after hearing her words. Thankfully, the pants


    fit him well.


    If she hasn''t given it to Zayden, he can kiss this handmade sweater goodbye. It''s mine now.


    Gwendolyn had turned away from him while he changed. Her eyes lit up when she saw how well the


    clothes fit him.


    She offered, “I''ll get you a toothbrush and a towel.”