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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!

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

the mansion, Patrick stopped them before picking

and the temperature was approximately zero degrees, yet Patrick was still spraying them

up sick, you better ask Gwen to

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

he immediately sprayed the

the food she cooks. Both of

got out of the car,

she remained standing outside to air herself off. However, it was too cold, so she started shivering

fidgeting about in

should be transferred by

Gwendolyn smiled and replied,

while Lucy will soon be able to

for a while before parting

door, Camille was still waiting for

“You're back, Gwen.”

Ms. Ziegler?” Gwendolyn replied

kitchen. “I prepared some mulled wine for you. Let