Super CEO Daddy

Chapter 369

Gwendolyn did not have a restful slumber, for Patrick's scowl haunted her dreams throughout the night.

She knew he was angry, but she did not know how to pacify him.

Gwendolyn glanced at the clock when she woke up and realized it was half-past six in the morning. So early!

She sat up and had no desire to sleep again. Looking out of the window, she discovered that it was still dark outside, and the sun had not risen.

“Patrick, you're such a pain!” she murmured.

Indeed, people who were in love were idiots. Gwendolyn felt that she was one of them.

She was perfectly aware that Patrick was oblivious to her current situation. In spite of that, she could not sleep well and had no appetite.

A chill ran down Gwendolyn's spine when she remembered his expression prior to his departure. Patrick was really terrifying when he got angry, and she dared not approach him as a result.

After getting out of bed, Gwendolyn got ready to head to his house and make breakfast for him. By doing so, she could probably placate him.

At any rate, she had decided to comply with all of his wishes on that day in order to ask for his forgiveness.

Gwendolyn washed up and applied light makeup on her face. She selected an outfit that seemed professional yet sexy.

The woman had an attractive and curvy figure. She wore a pair of high heels with long and thin heels and tucked her champagne-colored silk blouse into her tight skirt that accentuated her slim waist and shapely hips.

Gwendolyn's dark hair hung loosely around her shoulders, giving her a seductive yet innocent charm.

Once she put on her coat, she picked up her bag and was about to go to Patrick's house when her phone rang.

Gwendolyn took out her phone. She frowned when she realized the call was from Angeline and decided not to answer it.

She thought of letting Angeline assume she was not up yet. After all, it was so early.

Gwendolyn felt relieved when the phone stopped ringing. She strode out of the bedroom and headed downstairs.

Before she reached downstairs, her phone buzzed again.

She eyed the phone and discovered Angeline had transferred ten thousand to her account.

For some reason, Gwendolyn felt a bit disappointed when she saw the amount of money. Then, Angeline phoned her again and again.

By the time she stepped out of the front door, she already had ten missed calls on her phone. Gwendolyn was no longer in a good mood.

“Mrs. Surrington,” she answered the phone in a low voice. Obviously, she was not pleased.

“You're finally awake, Gwendolyn. Get up quickly. I've already transferred this month's wage to you. It's twice as much as what a caregiver earns. Is it enough? If it isn't, just tell me. I'll pay you as much as

you want,” Angeline replied.

The birds on the trees outside the house had already woken up, too. They were chirping energetically, and it sounded melodious. All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

Moreover, the air was very refreshing. Yet, a beautiful morning like that was ruined by the phone call.

When she did not receive a response from Gwendolyn, Angeline began to sob as she spoke. “I'm begging you, Gwendolyn. Zay has given up on himself. As his mother, I can't bear to see him in this state. He listens to you, so please take care of him until he recovers. I'll give you as much money as you want.”

Then, she let out a long sigh before continuing, “With the state that he is in, don't you have an ounce of sympathy for him? Please, I'm begging you.”

Gwendolyn listened as Angeline cried. The latter was known to be a tough and proud person.

Instantly, Gwendolyn's heart softened. Both of them were mothers. Naturally, they would do anything for their own sons.

She thought of Zayden and did not wish for him to give up on himself.

After entering Patrick's house, Gwendolyn busied herself with preparing breakfast. She made oatmeal porridge, cooked a few side dishes, and fried some eggs. In fact, she did not know that many recipes, and she had learned to prepare those dishes from Camille in the past.

Gwendolyn placed the side dishes on the table. The oatmeal porridge was still warm.

She packed some food for herself. Carrying her food container, she stood in the doorway to change her shoes. At the same time, she glanced up.

It was only seven o'clock. Patrick was most likely still asleep, so she decided not to disturb him.

Gwendolyn brought the food back home. After that, she drove to the hospital.

When she left, Patrick happened to wake up. His head hurt a lot. He supported his head with one hand and consumed the medicine on his bedside table. After a while, he finally opened his eyes.

Patrick picked up his phone with his clean and slender fingers. Next, he called Kevin.

“This early, Pat?” Kevin asked.

“My head hurt a lot when I woke up. Is there something wrong?” Patrick said.