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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?”

wide-eyed at his

able to be squeezed out of his mouth. “Great...

then proceeded to wave his arm in an anxious

a look. It would appear that the old man was urging his grandson to give him a

furrowed even tighter as his

woman he didn't like was the last thing he wanted, but telling his grandfather that would only infuriate the old man. If Hector had insomnia or died from the anger that

piss her husband off, so she spoke first. “Pat knows that.

out strangely when he heard that. He began to push everything

grandson and urge him to have a child

and caused his grandfather to get so agitated. It wasn't great for the old man's health. “I'll be leaving now, Grandma. I'll be back in a few days

pickle because he liked Gwendolyn while her husband wanted him

choice for Patrick to leave first to prevent the old man from getting

was a shame that the celebration that was supposed to happen wasn't

bedroom with both his hands in his pockets, he said lazily, “The chauffeur is waiting

swiftly. “Aren't we going to have dinner?

gotten the chance to speak