Super CEO Daddy

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 bedroom to the balcony. She grabbed his

as she stared at the clothes. Why

their biggest enemy. His clothes needed gentle dry-cleaning, and they could not withstand the rough tumbling of the washing

on his clothes and stumbled backward

worth hundreds of thousands! I can't believe I ruined

exasperation. My relationship with money has become a rollercoaster ride since I met Patrick! Urgh! I don't want to cook

clothes

as Patrick asked, “Where are

your clothes

pretty common around these parts. I'm not exactly

“Perhaps your

a sheepish smile

you ruin them

them and aired them for a while

they were stolen, though. Did she think I wouldn't make her “pay” for her

“I'll get you something else to wear.

herself abruptly when she realized Patrick would never wear someone else's

stopped herself abruptly when she realized Patrick would never wear

shirt, a gray sweater, and a pair