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The moment Patrick left, Felicia crossed her arms and sneered, “Don't you think it's shameless that a secretary like you is staying in your employer's home to have a meal, Gwendolyn?”

Her holier-than-thou attitude was accompanied by a prideful lift of her chin.

Gwendolyn was indifferent to that comment and continued to drink her coffee. “The coffee that Mr. Lowen personally poured for me tastes good.”

If I told you I kissed your man earlier, I bet you'd be super pissed off! But, I'm not going to say it to your face. After all, I'm not Candace, and I don't want to come off as a mistress. I'm not that kind of person.

Thinking of that, Gwendolyn pursed her lips.

Her words struck Felicia where it hurt the most. After all, Patrick did personally pour a cup of coffee for Gwendolyn and not for her.

She stared at Gwendolyn furiously and silently.

Inside the bedroom, Hector had indeed pissed himself. So, the housekeeper and nurse helped him to change his pants.

Alice was sitting at the side and thinking about how cute Gwendolyn looked when she spoke to her.

Patrick grinned when he entered the bedroom. “So, you did piss yourself, Grandpa?”

at his grandson as his expression

barely able to be squeezed out of

wave his

would appear that the old man was

young man's eyebrows were furrowed even tighter

telling his grandfather that would only infuriate the old man. If Hector had insomnia or died from the anger that he caused, he

that would piss her husband off, so she spoke first. “Pat knows that. He'll give you a great-grandchild after

that. He began to push everything on the

and urge him

to get so agitated. It wasn't great for the

he liked Gwendolyn while her husband wanted him

right choice for Patrick to leave first to

a shame that the celebration that was supposed to happen

of the bedroom with both his hands in his pockets, he said lazily, “The chauffeur is waiting outside for you, Felicia. He'll take

“Aren't we going to have dinner? Was it

the