Chapter 334


    After Gwendolyn and her children returned home, they yed with fireworks in their backyard.


    Julian and Justin brought Juliette to y with fireworks. Gwendolyn sat on a chair and pulled the scarf


    around her shoulders tighter.


    She looked at the fireworks shooting up to the sky. They looked very beautiful.


    She smiled sweetly as she watched.


    At that moment, the doorbell rang. Gwendolyn suddenly stood up. Could it be that Patrick hase


    over at this time?


    She was a little happy, but soon she pursed her lips.


    Felicia had already been to his house for the New Year celebration. Hence, Gwendolyn was angry and


    disgruntled.


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    Was he taking revenge on her? If that were true, she would be unwilling to forgive him.


    Gwendolyn suppressed her anticipation and walked to the door before opening it.


    She lowered her gaze and still wanted to hear what he had to say.


    “Ms. Ashton, this is the medicine that you''ve bought.”


    An unfamiliar male''s voice greeted her ears. She raised her head and looked over. A delivery man


    stood outside and passed her a bag.


    Her eyes widened slightly as she received it.


    “Medicine?”


    When the delivery man saw her astonishment, he asked for her address again.


    “It''s the right ce. Thest few digits of the phone number are these.”


    Gwendolyn nced at the slip and realized that the medicine had been sent over by Zayden. She


    thanked him.


    “Thank you! Happy New Year!”


    It''s sote, but some people are still working. It must be very difficult for them.


    After shutting the door, she brought the medicine inside and returned to her children''s side. She then


    ced the medicine on the stone table and raised her head to look at the fireworks filling the sky.


    Yet, she did not feel as excited as before. Indeed, when one loved someone, one would miss them.


    As long as he was not by her side, she would feel that she wascking something.


    This must be how it feels like to long for someone!


    Finally, when Juliette was thoroughly exhausted, Gwendolyn brought the three children back to the


    room, bathed Juliette, waited for her to sleep, and walked out of the room.


    She returned to her room and realized that the box of medicine was on her table, along with a note:


    Mommy, remember to apply the medicine to your face. We''ll love you forever!


    She could recognize Julian''s handwriting at first nce, and she chuckled.


    Her two sons appeared to not say anything, but they understood everything.


    She feltforted and warm inside.


    After she had her bath, it was already one in the morning. She took a quick look at her phone and


    realized that Patrick had sent her a text message a long time ago.


    It read: When will you be home?


    Unexpectedly, she felt like they were an old married couple. She switched off her phone and went to


    sleep.


    The next morning, Camille returned early to make breakfast for them.


    She could not stop worrying about the three children and knew that they loved the breakfast she made.


    Only Patrick could stomach Gwendolyn''s cooking.


    Camille was preparing breakfast and knew that they had stayed upte the night before. Hence, she


    had no intention of waking them up early.


    At that moment, the doorbell rang.


    She strolled to the door and looked through the peephole. She noticed that Patrick was standing


    outside the door, and she greeted him while smiling, “Mr. Lowen, you''re here so early!”


    She then opened the door for him and waited at the door.


    Patrick immediately entered the house.


    “Happy New Year, Mr. Lowen!”


    Patrick handed her a thick envelope which was a mary gift.


    “Happy New Year, Camille!”


    His voice was low and cold, yet maic and pleasant to the ears.


    However, he had dark circles under his eyes. It appeared that he had not had a good night''s sleep the


    night before and had sleptte. Camille smelled the faint whiff of alcohol on him and guessed that he


    had drunk a lot of wine the night before.


    “I can''t ept this, Mr. Lowen. I''m not a child. It''s best if you give it to Juliette and the rest of the


    children.”


    Patrick looked at her frostily. He was forever as cold as a block of ice.


    “You''ve worked hard. You just have to take care of them properly for me.”


    Whenever he gave Camille a mary gift, he would utter such words. Camille could tell that Patrick


    was genuinely nice to Gwendolyn and the three children.


    She wished that Gwendolyn would marry Patrick. That way, Gwendolyn would definitely have a blissful


    life.