Super CEO Daddy

Chapter 446

Gwendolyn was naturally oblivious to his warning, as she was in deep slumber. Subconsciously, she climbed on top of him while tightening her arms around his waist. As her slender leg moved further down, it finally made contact with his groin.

Overwhelmed by the lust that flooded him, Patrick had no choice but to get out of bed. Only after he got a cold shower in the bathroom did he extinguish his burning desire.

When Gwendolyn's alarm rang the next morning, she grabbed her phone and saw that it was already nine.

The awards ceremony was in the evening. Although she could still sleep in, she had invited Linette to go shopping, as she wanted to get the children presents.

They agreed to leave at ten and be back at the hotel by four. After that, they would get ready for the ceremony at seven.

Weighed down by her lethargy, Gwendolyn blamed Patrick for making out with her in the middle of the night. If she hadn't come to her senses, she would likely have been confined to her bed for the rest of the day.

As his arm was still wrapped around her waist, she gave it a gentle poke while grinning in glee.

He's still not awake despite my prodding. It seems that he's a deeper sleeper than I am!

She turned to face him and gently poked at his eyebrows first before doing the same to his eyes.

Unexpectedly, the sight of him caught her off guard. Why is his face red? It's as if he has put on some makeup powder. I can't deny he looks good with this sickly beauty look.

When she leaned in to feel his face with her own, she noticed that his body temperature was higher than usual.

Finally, Patrick hugged her in his arms upon waking up. He spoke in a deep bassy voice that was oozing with sex appeal.

“Gwen, stop fooling around. I'm sleepy.”

At that moment, he was so tired that he couldn't open his eyes at all.

Gwendolyn grew concerned. “Patrick, you seem to have a fever.”

It's just as Kevin predicted. Luckily, I didn't let him continue last night.

Her words caused Patrick to open his eyes, which were slightly bloodshot. Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Hmm?”

I've always been healthy, so how did this fever come about? Did I catch a cold from the shower last night? Since when did I become so weak?

Feeling a little upset, he held her closer to him.

“Don't worry. It's no big deal.”

Gwendolyn didn't share his sentiment. Having spent a lot of time raising her kids, she knew that falling sick shouldn't be taken lightly.

In fact, Juliette had been hospitalized a few times due to her fever. The experience was still vivid in Gwendolyn's mind.

She sat up and covered him with the blanket.

“Stay here. I'll go get you some medicine.”

As he stared at her with his black obsidian eyes, Patrick curled his lips slightly when he saw the worried look on her face.

So, this is how it feels like to be showered with care and concern by her when I'm sick.

All of a sudden, he felt that having a fever wasn't so bad after all. In fact, he relished the situation.

After getting changed in the bathroom, Gwendolyn emerged to see him lying languidly against the headboard.

She was bedazzled by how dashing he look in the position.

With his bare chest exposed, Patrick threw her a mischievous glance.

Gwendolyn quickly shook her head to regain her senses. I can't stand how bewitching he is. It's so easy to fall under his spell.

“Patrick, lie down or you'll catch a cold.” She went over and pressed him back down on the bed. “Quick, stop wasting time.”

The sight of Gwendolyn's concern elicited a smile on his face. “Okay! Come back soon.”

Gwendolyn was suddenly jolted by his response.

Why does the way he speaks remind me of Juliette? It feels like he is afraid to be alone. How is it possible someone like Patrick gives off this vibe? That said, he's sick, so it's normal to feel more vulnerable in such a condition.

Gwendolyn broke into a warm smile. “All right. I'll return immediately once I get the medicine.”

As he stared at Gwendolyn's leaving silhouette, the smile on his face faded away. He was still upset that his body had grown weaker.

Grabbing his phone, he gave Kevin a call.