Super CEO Daddy

Chapter 505

The thought of Patrick made Zayden's face turn terrifyingly dark.

Suzanne continued to nibble on the drumstick and dared not say another word.

She noticed that whenever Gwendolyn was mentioned, Zayden seemed to become a completely different person, which was very frightening.

She decided not to mention her again in the future.

After arriving home, Gwendolyn put her daughter in bed and went to check on her sons. She found that they had already showered and changed into their pajamas.

Camille brought in some milk and said, “Justin, Julian, have some milk. Gwen, you should have a glass too.”

At that moment, Gwendolyn only had one thought in mind. She wanted to go find Patrick and make him a cup of milk.

“Once you both finish your milk, go to bed,” she said.

“Okay, Mommy,” they responded.

As soon as Gwendolyn finished speaking, she walked toward the door. Camille put down the milk and asked, “Was the banquet tonight very lively?”

They had originally wanted to bring Camille along, but she had never been to one before and was afraid of embarrassing them. Thus, she told them she wasn't feeling well and decided not to go.

Justin replied in a flat tone, “It was so-so.”

Julian took out a box of buttercream cookies from his bag and said, “Ms. Ziegler, we brought this back for you. They're really delicious.”

Buttercream cookie was Camille's favorite snack, so when the three kids saw it, they set aside a portion for her and had the staff pack it up.

“Did you guys specially get this for me?” she asked.

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Camille's eyes welled up with emotion. She had not raised these three kids in vain. All of them had grown up to be so caring toward her.

She smiled and said, “Thank you. I'll make sure to enjoy it.”

Gwendolyn left the house and made her way to the mansion next door.

She unlocked the door with her fingerprint and gained entry to the house effortlessly. It was completely dark inside.

Gwendolyn turned on the lights and headed upstairs.

“Patrick...” she called out his name as she walked, feeling a bit scared to be alone in such a huge house.

When she arrived at his bedroom, she switched on the light and found it immaculately clean, but there was no sign of him.

Gwendolyn's eyes darkened slightly. Could it be that he hasn't come back?

She entered Patrick's room and sat on the bed. The room was filled with his scent—a faint mint fragrance.

As Gwendolyn gazed at the familiar furnishings, she felt out of place without him there. She had never paid much attention to his room before as her gaze was always fixed on him.

His room was mostly decorated in gray with everything from the curtains to the bedding in shades of gray, giving the whole space a feeling of restraint.

However, as her gaze swept over the bed, memories of their countless moments of intimacy flooded back. It was on this bed that they had first made love, and those images remained crystal clear in her mind.

Tonight was the first time she felt his coldness. The kind of coldness that chilled her to the bone. It gave her goosebumps just to think about it.

Tonight was the first time she felt his coldness. The kind of coldness that chilled her to the bone. It gave her goosebumps just to think about it.

She took out her phone and called Patrick.

She kept calling until it automatically hung up on her. She dialed again, and this time, she had to wait a long time before someone finally picked up.

“Hello?” A woman's voice sounded. Her tone was clear and pure, and it was probably a young lady. “Mm...”

Followed by the sound of the phone slipping and a light gasp, there came a series of rustling sounds.

Gwendolyn widened her eyes. What are they doing? She knew right away from the sounds she heard.

Her tears began to flow uncontrollably. She wanted to shout at Patrick, telling him to stop behaving that way with other women.

However, her throat felt as if it was being strangled, and she couldn't make a sound.

She crouched on the ground with arms wrapped around herself and sobbed softly.

The warmth of Patrick's fingers, the way he tore off his tie, and his savage behavior when he kissed her really resembled a wild beast. It was as if he wanted to devour her whole.

She was fully aware of every move he made on the bed and was completely obsessed.

“No, he wouldn't do that. He would never do that to someone else,” she uttered.