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.”

from the bedroom to the balcony. She grabbed his clothes from the laundry rack and draped them over her

in confusion as she stared at the

biggest enemy. His clothes needed gentle

his clothes

This set is worth hundreds of thousands! I can't believe I ruined them! Is he going to make me pay

has become a rollercoaster ride since I met Patrick! Urgh! I don't want to cook and clean for him for the rest of

eventually hid his clothes and

and hawed as Patrick asked,

your

theft is pretty common around these parts. I'm not exactly

good measure, “Perhaps

with a sheepish smile while Patrick's expression

you ruin them in the washing

aired them for a while outside.

her lie. She's smart to claim they were stolen, though. Did she think

wear. There

when she realized Patrick would never wear

realized Patrick

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