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Patrick had clearly seen Gwendolyn remove his shirt last night with his own eyes. She's trying to push the blame on Ms. Ziegler.

He smirked knowingly and shot her a glance. Suspicion flitted through his piercing gaze.

“I remember seeing you take it off last night,” he insisted.

His accusation caused Gwendolyn to blush.

D*mn it!

The gears in her mind turned, and she explained, “You must have imagined it. You had a lot to drink last night, after all. Ms. Ziegler was the one who took off your clothes for you. She even wiped your body. It would have been too awkward for me to do these things otherwise.”

Gwendolyn admirably kept her composure as she lied through her teeth. Patrick deepened his scrutiny.

Suddenly, he pulled off the covers and stood up.

Gwendolyn's eyes widened in shock at the sight of his cut figure. Her eyes strayed to the region of his manhood, and she barely stopped herself from gaping.

Isn't this too much?

She hurriedly spun around and stammered, “I washed and dried your clothes for you. Just wait here while I get them for you.”

She grabbed his clothes from the

confusion as she stared at the clothes. Why

realized that all his clothes were custom-made, and water was their biggest enemy. His clothes needed gentle dry-cleaning, and they could not

the labels on his

I ruined

since I met Patrick! Urgh! I don't want to cook and clean for him for the rest of

eventually hid his clothes and returned to the

hemmed and hawed as Patrick asked, “Where

your clothes from the balcony last

a pretty convincing lie, right? Clothing theft is pretty common around these parts. I'm not

good measure, “Perhaps your

with a sheepish

ruin them in

I mean, no, of course not! I dry-cleaned them and aired them for a while outside. I didn't

they were stolen,

up, “I'll get you something else to wear. There are some men's clothes here as they were

she realized Patrick would never wear

herself abruptly when she realized

a high-collared white shirt, a gray sweater, and a pair