Super CEO Daddy

Chapter 276

Gwendolyn was still munching on the strawberry while meeting Patrick's eyes, finding his smile incredibly good-looking.

Upon hearing her son's words, she hastily swallowed the fruit.

“Oh, okay.”

She walked toward Zayden and smiled faintly.

“Zayden, let me walk you out.”

Zayden stood up, and the two walked out side by side. Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Justin gave a signal to Julian with his eyes. Immediately, Julian beckoned at their sister.

“Juliette, why don't you go and pick your room?”

Indeed, Juliette had not chosen her bedroom yet. Upon hearing her brother's words, she slid off the couch and ran toward him.

“Okay.”

Then, she suddenly remembered Patrick and waved at him.

“Mr. Lowen, we'll be neighbors from now on. Please come and visit me more often!”

She had the kind of endearing smile that everyone would adore. Hence, Patrick nodded lightly.

“Okay!”

Julian then brought Juliette upstairs, whereas Justin stood in front of Patrick.

Their expressions were startlingly similar as they stared at each other with pursed lips.

The boy uttered coldly, “Mr. Lowen, we're actually not that close. Also, companies usually do not advocate for office romance, so will you maintain a distance with my mommy? Of course, we don't welcome you in this house either.”

He had raised a hand while speaking.

“Please leave.”

Gwendolyn was still munching on the strawberry while meeting Patrick's eyes, finding his smile incredibly good-looking.

It was a courteous but cold manner of chasing him out. Patrick knitted his brows.

There was a hint of displeasure in his expression as he had never been treated like this before. Nonetheless, he would not bear a grudge against a child.

“Justin, I'll prove to you guys with my actions that I'm serious about her.”

He then stood up and walked off.

Patrick was still as arrogant as he always had been. Since he was being chased away and clearly took a hit with his pride, he would definitely not remain here brazenly.

Meanwhile, Zayden gazed at Gwendolyn intently outside the entrance.

“Gwen, I'll always wait for you.”

She frowned slightly. “Zayden, I've thought about it. We're not suitable for each other.”

She decided to be courageous for once when she thought about the man in her house. She had never dated before, but she enjoyed the sweet moments with Patrick and wanted to cherish them.

Zayden's face darkened a little, and he reached out to secure her outerwear, fearing she might be cold.

“You didn't even try, Gwen. How do you know we're not right for one other? From now on— No, from the day I met your grandfather, I've already decided to pursue you. Please don't reject me.”

With that, he pulled her forcefully into his embrace and whispered in her ear, “I love you!”

After letting her go, he stared at her deeply before turning to get into the car.

The vehicle gradually drove away while Gwendolyn was still rooted to the ground, rendered speechless. This was the first time someone had told her that he loved her.

It was a strange feeling, but she only thought of Zayden as a friend she'd have for life.

Patrick walked out and extended his hand to hold hers. Then, he dragged her off briskly.

She looked at his large hand that was enveloping her small hand, and her lips curled into a smile uncontrollably. The street lamps glowed warmly and elongated their shadows.

When they entered his residence, he pinned her against the door and started kissing her.

Gwendolyn could clearly sense that he was not in a good mood. He probably saw Zayden forcefully hugging me, so he's kissing me to vent his anger now.

Although it was painful for her, she did not reject him.

Her hands slowly moved up and looped around his neck while she responded to his kiss.

Patrick's fury instantly vanished into thin air when he felt her response. He stopped as he felt her tongue sliding into his mouth. With that, she, too, paused and opened her misty, large eyes.

Their lips were still pressed together as they gazed at each other.

Patrick's gaze was full of warmth. Gwendolyn quickly retreated a step, and their lips separated.

She tugged his shirt and asked softly, “Are you mad?”