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Patrick quickly covered his nose with his hand and stood back up.

“All right, let's head inside to get you clean.” He gestured for them to move.

Their stench was unbearable. Had it not been for the sake of friendship, there was no way he would allow them to contaminate his residence.

The trio walked toward the mansion. The more Lucas thought about it, the more he found it hilarious.

“F*ck. I've just come back, and you guys gave me such a lovely greeting. I'm never going to forget this night.” He chuckled.

Kevin chastised, “Dear Gwen, we were just playing the third wheel for once. Is it necessary to get us into this state?”

As they chatted, they could not stop themselves from laughing.

Patrick, however, was a mile away from them, for they were too stinky.

“Blame yourselves for being unlucky. It's not her fault,” he commented.

If you two ever disturb my time with her again, you'll get more than a pile of poop!

to ease their tense relationship by having her give him a ride. Now that they had given

they entered the mansion, Patrick stopped them before picking up the garden hose to hose the

loud. It was winter, and the temperature was approximately zero degrees, yet Patrick was still spraying them with cold

barely form words. “Patrick Lowen, if we end up sick, you better ask Gwen to make us a meal as compensation,” he said with

words. “Patrick Lowen, if we end up sick,

that, he

I can eat the food she cooks. Both of

arrived home. Once she got out of the car, she sniffed her clothes to check if

outside to air herself off. However, it was too

just returned when he saw her fidgeting about in the cold. Hence, he walked up to

should be transferred by

who it was, Gwendolyn smiled and

in by tomorrow, and we can pay for Melanie's medical fees to begin her surgery. How great! Melanie's finally going to get better, while Lucy will soon be able to live

Gwendolyn chatted for a while

the door, Camille was still waiting

“You're back, Gwen.”

Ziegler?”

mulled wine for you. Let