Chapter 115


    Gwendolyn brought two bowls of mulled wine to the living room and ced one bowl in front of him.


    Then she sat on the carpet and drank her share while watching the television.


    Coincidentally, the television was ying a variety show that featured her favorite male celebrity.


    She felt delighted for being able to drink the mulled wine while watching her favorite idol at night.


    Patrick ced his phone on the table to take a few sips of the mulled wine. The vor suited his


    preference as the drink was not too sweet and had a refreshing taste.


    He noticed Gwendolyn focusing on the television,pletely disregarding his presence when he


    turned to look at her.


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    Because of that, he deliberately loosened his ck bathrobe around his torso to reveal his sexy


    corbones. Those guys on the television are not even as fit as me. She should be ogling at me


    instead.


    However, to his frustration, Gwendolyn continued to ignore him as her eyes were fixated on the


    television screen. Hence, Patrick picked up the remote control and switched off the television.


    Turning her head, the woman red at him. “What are you doing? The show was about to get real


    interesting!”


    A male dance crew was performing street dance on the variety show, and they were about to end their


    performance with a scene where the hunky dancers would rip off their shirts. Gwendolyn was eager to


    feast her eyes on that moment.


    ncing at the clock, Patrick uttered, “It''s nine o''clock. The rule in my house is that all entertainments


    would have to cease after nine o''clock.”


    Hearing that, Gwendolyn was rendered speechless.


    He''s surprisingly uptight. Does he go to sleep at nine o''clock? Doesn''t he feel bored, not ying on his


    phone or watching the television? Thinking to herself, Gwendolyn took a sip of her drink and asked,


    “You don''t watch the television or go on your phone. What do you then? Go straight to sleep?”


    He''s living an elderly''s lifestyle if that''s the case.


    He growled, “I read books.”


    Gwendolyn was at a loss for words. I feel smallparing myself to him. He''s a cultured man, very


    unlike me.


    The room fell silent after that.


    At that moment, Patrick''s phone rang. He picked up his phone and answered the call.


    “Speak,” he uttered without a hint of warmth in his voice.


    Gwendolyn could not help but shudder after witnessing his apathetic manner.


    “I''m not going.”


    With that, Patrick hung up the call and tossed his phone aside.


    Gwendolyn had finished her bowl of mulled wine. Taking out her phone, she checked on her messages,


    realizing Lucy had sent her multiple text messages.


    Lucy: I have no other choice. I''m going to drag that son of a b*tch, Jared, to the hospital tomorrow for


    him to do a bone marrow match testing.


    The text was sent two hours ago. Gwendolyn wanted to reply to her, but she thought Lucy would be too


    upied by work at this time to see her message, so she decided to reply tomorrow.


    Suddenly, she heard Patrick chiding someone over the phone.


    “Are you deaf, Lucas? I told you I''m busy.”


    He was about to hang up the call when Gwendolyn tugged on his pajamas. “Is Mr. Gomez asking you


    to hang out with him?”


    She was just thinking of some ways to get close to Lucas. Now that she could achieve her goal through


    Patrick, Gwendolyn was d.


    Not ending the call, Patrick nodded at her.


    Seeing his response, Gwendolyn was overjoyed. “Why don''t I apany you to meet up with them


    since it''s still early, Mr. Lowen? You can feel free to enjoy yourself because I''ll be your driver.”


    Do I look like someone whocks a driver?


    Not expressing the thought he had in mind, Patrick remarked over the phone, “Send me the address.


    We''ll be there soon.”


    Upon hearing his words, Gwendolyn broke into a grin. She gently patted her cheeks to stop herself


    fromughing.


    Then she texted Lucy: I will help you, Luce. Wait for my good news tomorrow.


    Suppressing a smile, she ced the phone back into her bag.


    “Please go and get changed, Mr. Lowen. I''ll wash the dishes.”


    With that said, she collected the two bowls and headed to the kitchen. Patrick gazed at her figure from


    behind for a few seconds before sending a message to their WhatsApp group.


    SingleGuyOne: Try to find some ways to get Gwendolyn drunk when she''s thereter.


    I''d like to see how she''s going to resist me when she''s drunk. I''ll be able to do as I please by that time.