Chapter 696 Sabotage
Chapter 696 Sabotage
Patrick scoffed. Ha! Friends? When did Gwendolyn become friends with Rosalie? Besides, I was only planning on sending Liam to Rosalie's house, but now, I shall make the trip since Gwendolyn insists on coming along.
“Okay,” he finally replied before stepping into the elevator.
With that, Gwendolyn turned to Connor. “You can head home now! I'll be going to a friend's house with Mr. Lowen.”
Connor smiled and nodded as he watched his boss enter the elevator.
Liam, too, knew better than to follow the duo. What would be the point in being around them, anyway?
Moreover, he was afraid that he might talk to Gwendolyn and admonish her. Worst of all, he might even accidentally reveal Patrick's close brush with death.
Argh! Me and my big mouth... The more I say, the likelier I am to make mistakes. It's better to leave both Mr. Lowen and Ms. Ashton be and follow behind with the bodyguards. Yes. That'd be for the best.
Patrick and Gwendolyn were the only ones left in the elevator when the latter's phone suddenly vibrated.
Gwendolyn promptly checked the WhatsApp notification, only to realize Zayden had texted her: Gwen, what time are you knocking off tonight? This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.
As it turned out, Zayden had prepared a candlelit dinner at home and even instructed Camille to take the three children out for a movie. All he wanted was to placate Gwendolyn and turn her frown upside down!
Alas, Gwendolyn ignored the message. Hmph! I've long gotten used to Zayden's erratic behavior. Whenever he hits me, he tries to appease me after. This has happened so many times that I'm sick of it. I don't even want to think of him anymore.
With that thought in mind, she put her phone on silent mode, not wanting Zayden to disturb her further.
After all, she had more important things to do that night. She needed to cling to Patrick and keep him from being alone with Rosalie.
Patrick's driver had already parked the car outside the restaurant, so when the duo got to the ground floor, the driver quickly opened the passenger door for Patrick.
As soon as the latter entered the car, Gwendolyn ran to the opposite side and hopped into the other passenger seat.
Patrick shot a glance at her. “Ms. Ashton, who knew you were so warm-hearted?”
Oh, for goodness' sake... She doesn't even know what happened to Rosalie, yet she insists on tagging along. Furthermore, I don't think she knows Rosalie well. Why lie about being friends, then? In any case, let's see how she covers up her lie later.
Gwendolyn smoothened her hair and chuckled. “Oh, I've always been this nice toward my friends.”
Thank goodness Patrick doesn't remember me. Otherwise, he'd be laughing at these lies right now.
Soon, the car pulled away from the restaurant, and Patrick whipped out a tablet to work.
Gwendolyn couldn't help but steal a glance at the man. Ah, he has lost quite a lot of weight after his bout of illness. How heart-wrenching... Must he work in the car, though? Isn't that taking things too far?
The next second, she nudged Patrick with her arm and pointed at his tablet. “Mr. Lowen, I'd like to remind you that using your tablet or phone in the car isn't good for your eyes.”
It was clear that Gwendolyn was hinting at Patrick to take a rest, but unfortunately, he didn't even bother looking up at her.
“That lie may work for kids, but I'm an adult. My vision has already stabilized, so there's little chance of it worsening,” he said flatly.
For a moment, Gwendolyn was rendered speechless.
Gosh. He sounds exactly like Justin and Julian... In fact, the boys are beginning to resemble him more and more.
A look of surprise immediately flashed across the woman's face.
Wait a minute... Could they be starting to look like him because they've spent a lot of time together?
Unfortunately, Gwendolyn never toyed with the idea that Patrick might be the children's father. After all, that whole scenario seemed rather farfetched.
Silence quickly befell the car, and neither person spoke again for the rest of the journey.
When they finally arrived at Rosalie's residence, Gwendolyn was pleasantly surprised to realize it was Maple Bell Condominium, a famous apartment building in Avenport that housed the rich and famous.
Since it was her first time there, she was understandably excited. Oh, my. I wonder if I'd be lucky enough to run into some celebrities!
Rosalie lived on the twenty-fourth floor, and as soon as the elevator door opened, Gwendolyn darted out in front of Patrick.
“Which unit does she live in?”
Patrick pointed at Unit 2401, and Gwendolyn wasted no time pressing the doorbell. It didn't take long before the door opened, and Rosalie bolted out in a nightgown. Alas, just as she was about to throw herself into Patrick's arms, Gwendolyn intercepted her.
“What's the matter, Ms. Chavez?”