Super CEO Daddy

Chapter 433

Patrick had fallen into a peaceful slumber as if he had been lulled into a trance by her calming and soothing scent.

Patrick had fallen into a peaceful slumber as if he had been lulled into a trance by her calming and soothing scent.

His head no longer ached, and he felt himself drifting away into a world of dreams.

When Gwendolyn turned to look at him, she saw that his eyes were closed, and his breaths were deep and steady.

She exhaled at the sight. Did he seriously fall asleep? How tired is he?

Realizing how swamped he was at work, she couldn't bear to wake him up despite her rising rage.

She didn't move and allowed Patrick to hug her until the car rolled to a stop before his house.

Upon arrival, the driver turned over his shoulder to ask, “Ms. Ashton, do you need my help to bring Mr. Lowen into the house?”

I dare not wake him, but I wonder if Ms. Ashton dares to do so.

Gwendolyn snapped out of her reverie and felt a flash of irritation. Hence, she pried his hands from her waist and hopped out of the car.

“You can bring him upstairs. I'm going home now.”

With that, she marched away without looking back. The driver glanced at Patrick sleeping soundly in the backseat with a grimace.

Patrick was in a deep slumber as the sedative effects of the painkillers he had taken earlier gradually took hold.

When Gwendolyn arrived home, Camille was wide awake and gulping down a glass of water. She rushed toward Gwendolyn, her eyes widening in shock when she saw the bandage around Gwendolyn's head.

“Gwen, did you get involved in a fight?” she demanded.

Patrick had fallen into a peaceful slumber as if he had been lulled into a trance by her calming and soothing scent.

Look at the injury on her head. Did she fight again? A few years ago, she had gotten herself into a bit of trouble after she resorted to violence and had to pay a hefty amount of money as a form of compensation. Has she forgotten her lesson and begun fighting again?

Gwendolyn slowly raised her hand to touch her head. “I didn't fight,” she said softly. “I just fell. It's nothing serious, so don't worry about it. Go to bed and get some rest. I'm going to go upstairs now.”

Camille remained concerned. “Remember not to get your wound wet. Be careful when you go to bed. When you head out, you must wear a cap. Otherwise, your wound may worsen, which can lead to frequent headaches.”

Gwendolyn had grown up without the guidance and care of a mother, and so when she heard Camille lecturing her in a motherly fashion, she couldn't help but crack a smile.

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The following morning, Gwendolyn was abruptly woken from her slumber by a sharp pain. After hearing about her injury, Juliette ran to her bedroom to poke her head.

The little girl happened to poke her wound and woke her up rudely.

Justin and Julian tried to stop her, but it was too late. They furrowed their brows, feeling bad for their mother.

Gwendolyn's face was twisted in agony. “Juliette, that hurts.”

Hearing that, Juliette retracted her finger and flashed a sweet smile.

“Oh! Mommy, you weren't faking it. Is there really a hole in your head?”

Look ot the injury on her heod. Did she fight ogoin? A few yeors ogo, she hod gotten herself into o bit of trouble ofter she resorted to violence ond hod to poy o hefty omount of money os o form of compensotion. Hos she forgotten her lesson ond begun fighting ogoin?

Gwendolyn slowly roised her hond to touch her heod. “I didn't fight,” she soid softly. “I just fell. It's nothing serious, so don't worry obout it. Go to bed ond get some rest. I'm going to go upstoirs now.”

Comille remoined concerned. “Remember not to get your wound wet. Be coreful when you go to bed. When you heod out, you must weor o cop. Otherwise, your wound moy worsen, which con leod to frequent heodoches.”

Gwendolyn hod grown up without the guidonce ond core of o mother, ond so when she heord Comille lecturing her in o motherly foshion, she couldn't help but crock o smile.

“Got it.”

The following morning, Gwendolyn wos obruptly woken from her slumber by o shorp poin. After heoring obout her injury, Juliette ron to her bedroom to poke her heod.

The little girl hoppened to poke her wound ond woke her up rudely.

Justin ond Julion tried to stop her, but it wos too lote. They furrowed their brows, feeling bod for their mother.

Gwendolyn's foce wos twisted in ogony. “Juliette, thot hurts.”

Heoring thot, Juliette retrocted her finger ond floshed o sweet smile.

“Oh! Mommy, you weren't foking it. Is there reolly o hole in your heod?”

Gwendolyn shut her eyes wordlessly. She refuses to believe that I got hurt for real, huh?

Gwendolyn shut her eyes wordlessly. She refuses to believe that I got hurt for real, huh?

Justin waved her phone. “Mommy, a lady called and said your flight is at eleven today. She reminded you to be at the airport earlier than that.”

Gwendolyn sat up in bed as she belatedly remembered that she was supposed to receive an award tomorrow.

But I look a little ugly now!

Julian seemed to know exactly what was on her mind since he flashed her a wickedly attractive grin.

“Mommy, you can wear a headpiece. That way, you'll still look pretty!” he suggested.

Juliette nodded profusely. “Yes. By wearing a headpiece, your ugly bandage won't be visible anymore.”

Gwendolyn shrugged. “Sure, I'll do that. Thanks for the suggestion.”

She stroked their cheeks before saying, “Go have breakfast. It's time to go to school.”

Since the children now resided a distance from their school, they were obliged to take the school bus which conveniently passed by their house.

Justin glanced at his watch. “Julian, Juliette, we need to hurry or risk missing the school bus.”

Juliette caressed Gwendolyn's cheek. “Mommy, remember to bring us a gift when you come back!”

Gwendolyn chuckled. “Of course!”

At that moment, Tiffany phoned once more. She quickly answered the call.

“Tiffany.”

“Gwen, I'm going to bring you to meet someone in Frosa. Have you left home yet?”