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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.”

the balcony. She grabbed his

she stared at the clothes. Why are

were custom-made, and water was their biggest enemy. His clothes needed gentle dry-cleaning, and they could not withstand the rough tumbling of

the labels on his clothes and stumbled backward in

believe I ruined them! Is he going to make me pay

rollercoaster ride since I met Patrick! Urgh! I don't want to cook

clothes and

as Patrick

thief stole your clothes from the

a pretty convincing lie, right? Clothing theft is pretty

good measure, “Perhaps your

followed this up with a sheepish smile while

ruin them in the washing

I dry-cleaned them and aired them for a while outside. I didn't think they would be

to claim they were stolen, though. Did she

up, “I'll get you something else to wear. There

realized Patrick

she realized Patrick would never wear someone

took out a high-collared white shirt, a