Perfect CEO

Chapter 97

Gwendolyn could feel Patrick's warmth. On a cold night, a warm hug would make a person's heart warm.

She didn't push him away and simply let him place his arm around her as he carried her daughter out of the room.

A passerby would think they were a family.

The chauffeur had already received Patrick's message before they arrived on the ground floor. The car was parked in front of the hospital entrance as they walked out of the building.

When he saw them, he got off the car and opened the doors for them.

Patrick carried the girl into the car while Gwendolyn entered the vehicle from another side.

She then thanked the chauffeur, “Thanks for your hard work.” Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

After all, the temperature had gone down to negative degrees Celsius, and yet he still waited for them.

The chauffeur smiled. “It's nothing, Ms. Ashton. I'm Mr. Lowen's chauffeur, after all. It's part of my job.”

She gave him a smile before entering the car.

When she saw how soundly asleep Juliette was in Patrick's embrace, it made her think they looked like a father and his daughter. One day, I'll find that ring and track down that man. As much as I hate him, the child still belongs to him. It'll be nice if the kids can interact with their father from time to time.

It was the first time Patrick hugged a child. When he stared at the girl's cute face, he suddenly understood Gwendolyn. Is this why she was so panicked that she didn't know what to do when she heard her daughter was sick?

When they arrived home, it was already three in the morning. He gently placed Juliette on Gwendolyn's bed. That way, Gwendolyn would be able to keep track of her daughter's condition.

When Gwendolyn saw him putting her daughter down, she raised her tired hand and pressed her eyebrows.

She glanced at the clock. It's already five past three. It's really late.

Thus, she grabbed his hand. “How about you stay here for the night, Mr. Lowen? I can put a quilt on the floor.”

It was then she realized what she had just said. Why did I say that? There's no way Mr. Lowen's going to sleep on the floor!

“I'll sleep on the floor with Juliette. You can take the bed.” She quickly amended herself as she pulled out the quilt from the wardrobe.

Patrick stared at her slim and tired figure. So this is what it's like to raise children. No wonder she's so thin. It must be pretty hard to get fat if she has to work around the clock in and out of her house.

She was about to carry Juliette and sleep on the floor with her when Patrick hugged her waist from behind.

His head was buried in her neck as he sniffed her sweet, pleasant scent.

Gwendolyn was feeling a little uncomfortable and a little itchy at her neck. It was unusual for them to act so intimately.

Patrick really wanted to tell her to sleep with him on the floor because he really wanted to hug her, especially with how tired she looked.

However, her stiff body indicated that she was clearly rejecting him.

So, he had no choice but to dispel the idea as he smiled faintly. “You should sleep on the bed with Juliette. I'll sleep on the floor. The girl's sick, after all. Let's not make her feel even more discomfort.”

She replied, “Okay. You should wash up first. The toothbrush you used before is still there.”

When she finished, she felt like something was wrong. Why does it feel like he'll be staying here often as though we're a couple?

She shook her head and thoughts away. “Go wash up right away, Patrick. It's getting late.”

Being hugged by Patrick like that was making her feel uncomfortable.

As for Patrick, the longer he hugged her, the more he wanted to kiss her. It was as though her lips were magical magnets, temping him to do more intimate things with her.

She wanted to back away, but he refused to let go. He turned her around and stared deep into her

eyes. Their lips drew closer and closer.

Gwendolyn stared wide-eyed at Patrick's approaching lips.

She suddenly felt that her mouth was dry and uncomfortable.