Chapter 405
Chapter 405
Hector chuckled when he heard the words, finding the girl cute.
He simply adored her so much.
If only Juliette's at home every day. The Lowen residence would be a lively place! I hope they'll be brought back into the family as soon as possible.
However, Felicia was annoyed.
In a loud voice, she said, “Stop talking, Juliette. Have you forgotten everything I told you about?”
Felicia felt that Juliette was talking too much, and if the girl were to annoy Hector, the elderly man would certainly stop cooperating with them.
She could not believe the girl said that Hector was not good with his words.
Isn't she just making everything worse? What a naughty girl. She's worse than Gwendolyn!
At that, Juliette covered her mouth.
When she thought about how handsome Patrick was when he was expressionless, she decided to drop the smile. In fact, she even narrowed her large eyes, hoping that she would look fierce that way.
It was then Hector started feeling a hint of rage as he looked at Felicia resentfully.
He liked to hear the girl talk, and he would never get tired of hearing her speak. NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.
Why is this d*mn woman scolding Juliette? I'd like to see who would have the guts to stop Juliette from talking if I was as fit as a horse!
Right as he thought that, he realized something amiss.
Isn't this the woman Pat likes? But Juliette is Gwendolyn's daughter. What is she trying to do?
At that, Hector turned to nudge Juliette with his shoulder.
When Juliette turned to look at Hector, her eyes were still narrowed. She mimicked Patrick as she icily asked, “What's the matter?”
The sight of her reminded Hector of Patrick, and he could not help but wistfully think about how Juliette was truly Patrick's daughter.
Juliette then straightened her back and blinked.
Mr. Handsome's really cool when he does this, but why is this so tiring for me? Oh, I'm even starting to feel sleepy...
After sitting straight for a while, Juliette could not keep up with the act anymore. Hence, she slumped to the side against Hector.
She then mumbled, “I'm so sleepy... I'm going to sleep now.”
Then, her eyes fluttered shut, and she stopped moving.
Hector could not use his hand properly, but he still wanted his great-granddaughter to sleep in a more comfortable position. Hence, he tried his best to raise his hand and pull her head to rest on his lap before gently patting her.
It would be difficult for him to do such a thing in the past even with physical therapy.
Yet, to his surprise, he succeeded this time.
After leaving the hospital, Gwendolyn went to the children's hospital to visit Melanie.
She went to the original ward but could not see any signs of Melanie around. After asking a patient at the side, she then found out that they had moved to the VIP ward on the twenty-sixth floor.
It was then Gwendolyn recalled hearing them tell her about the move.
Gwendolyn went to the twenty-sixth floor. After pushing open the door to Room 2608, she walked in, only to be greeted by the sight of Lucy riding on Lucas on the couch in the living room.
Gwendolyn froze, and Lucy screamed.
“Gwen...”
In the next second, Lucy jumped off the couch and started picking up her clothes from the floor.
At the same time, Lucas grabbed one of his clothes to cover himself as Gwendolyn hastily spun around to leave.
“I-I have something to do, so I'll go now.”
What did I just see? Is this hospital-setting roleplay?
Gwendolyn's face was bright red, and when she heard the sounds of shifting fabric, she hastened her footsteps.
Only after closing the door did she let out a sigh of relief. The scene in the room had been too much for her.
This is so awkward, was what she thought as she hurried to the elevator. I better not meet with Lucy today. It's going to be so awkward for us.
However, Lucy ran after her. “Gwen!”
Her hair was a mess, and the blush was still on her face.
When Gwendolyn turned around, she handed Lucy the fruits in her hands.
“This is for Melanie and you. I'm leaving now.”
Lucy stopped her. “Gwen, what happened earlier—”
Gwendolyn quickly cut her off. “Let's not talk about what happened earlier. I just erased it from my memory.”