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Upon hearing that, Gwendolyn was taken aback. I was just sleeping next to him. We weren't sleeping together in that sense of the word!

“Old Mrs. Lowen, we did nothing last night except for sleeping. I won't ask for anything from you,” said Gwendolyn.

Now, she was afraid of even seeing Patrick. In no way did she want him to be responsible for her.

She retracted her hands and added, “Old Mrs. Lowen, I need to go now. I still have three hungry kids waiting for me at home. They must be crying for me.”

Feeling desperate to go home, Gwendolyn was so nervous that she did not even know what she was saying anymore.

I must leave before Patrick gets here. Otherwise, he would ask me to pay for another medical bill again. Furthermore, I slept on top of his arms the whole night. His arms must be dead by now. And what about his nosebleed? I can't believe I just punched him! Ah! I better run for my life now before he asks for money again.

With that in mind, Gwendolyn sprinted away, leaving Alice in puzzlement.

“She has kids? That's too bad,” Alice mumbled as she watched Gwendolyn leaving.

Just then, Patrick came down the stairs. He was clad casually in a dark grey sweater and trousers of the same color, and his hair, which was usually slicked back, was falling over his forehead.

to his usual stoic appearance, Patrick appeared to be more approachable and

saw him and asked, “Pat,

I'd had helped Patrick sleep with a married woman last

run away just now. He pursed his lips before putting

has three kids

appeared to be baffled. “Is he

across Patrick's eyes as

you really

Gwendolyn was a kind and righteous woman and believed women like her were

eyes darkened.

simply felt

soon as they sat down,

at Patrick during the meal. Judging from his countenance, she believed

the oatmeal porridge, she asked, “Pat, do you still remember when I asked you to acquire that investment company? Back then, I and a few friends of mine nearly fell for their scam. The company claimed that the money we invested