Super CEO Daddy

Chapter 443

After analyzing the situation in her mind calmly, Gwendolyn hopped off the bed. Then she grabbed the vase next to her and turned on the lights.

“Who are you?” she demanded while gripping the vase, preparing to hurl it at the intruder anytime.

The man on the bed moved slightly. As the lights were blinding, he shielded his eyes with his hand and replied, “It's me.”

Gwendolyn froze for a second when she heard his deep and sleepy voice. Why does he sound so much like Patrick? Am I hallucinating?

“Who are you?” she asked again.

The woman was convinced that her ears were playing tricks on her, as it was impossible for Patrick to be there.

By then, Patrick was completely awake. When he saw Gwendolyn hugging the vase and was ready to attack, he let out a chuckle.

At least she is smart enough to arm herself with a weapon. This shows that she knows how to protect herself.

The man sat up and looked at Gwendolyn.

With a smile on his perfectly sculpted face, he said, “Do you know who I am now?”

Gwendolyn visibly relaxed after making sure that it was not some other strange man.

Phew.

She didn't know how she would have reacted otherwise. What was certain was that she would not let the matter slide and would make the hotel pay for it.

Gwendolyn placed the vase back on the table. Suddenly, her eyes widened.

“Patrick, why are you in my room?”

The man was dressed in his pajamas. Gwendolyn could not help but wonder if he had a special power that allowed him to teleport himself to her room in the middle of his sleep.

They were currently in Willowbank, not Avenport.

How can someone who's supposed to be a thousand miles away suddenly appear here? Gwendolyn rubbed her eyes a few times and stared at Patrick suspiciously, wondering if there was something wrong with him.

Patrick was rendered speechless by the woman's lack of intelligence.

Running his fingers through his hair, he replied, “I'm here on a business trip. I heard from Grandma that you're here, so I told the hotel reception that you're my wife and showed them our photo. That's how I got the key.”

He had wanted to give Gwendolyn a surprise, but she was already sleeping soundly when he entered the room earlier.

As he could not bear to wake her up, he decided to wash up and go straight to bed, settling for just hugging her through the night.

Gwendolyn heaved a sigh of relief before jumping onto the bed. She wrapped her arms around and bit Patrick's neck.

“Ow... Gwendolyn, are you a dog?”

It was so painful that, for a moment, Patrick thought that the woman had gone mad.

After Gwendolyn had her fill of punishing Patrick, she looked up with a frown on her face.

“Patrick, you gave me such a scare! I thought a stranger entered the wrong room and that I was sharing a bed with another man!”

She shuddered at the thought of that.

“That will never happen, silly,” Patrick replied while pinching Gwendolyn's cheeks affectionately.

After saying that, he shifted his gaze to her luscious lips and inched closer to her, wanting to kiss her.

Gwendolyn dodged his lips as she suddenly remembered what had happened the previous night.

The man's eyes burned with desire as he said, “Gwen, I want you now.”

Everything had been set up for him perfectly, and he did not want to miss out on such a great opportunity.

Gwendolyn pouted and let go of Patrick before collapsing onto the bed.

Turning her back toward him, she said grumpily, “Didn't Felicia satisfy you enough last night? I find you dirty after what you did with her. Patrick, I don't want you anymore.”

The joy she had felt when she saw him earlier had entirely dissipated, and replacing it was a hint of jealousy.

Patrick was baffled. How could I have done anything with Felicia given the state I was in?

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Patrick reached out to touch Gwendolyn's head, which was covered with gauze, and asked, “How did this happen?”

Only then did Gwendolyn remember that she was injured. She had almost forgotten about it, as she had worn a hat in the morning and a headband at the evening banquet to hide the ugly gauze on her head.

After the man brought it up, she started to feel the pain from her wound.