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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?”

Hector to stare wide-eyed at his grandson as his

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

then proceeded to wave his arm in

exchanged a look. It would appear that the old man was urging his

furrowed even tighter as his

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 he caused, he would

so

when he heard that. He began to push everything

tantrum. I'll keep an eye on your grandson and urge him to have a child

felt like he shouldn't have stepped into the room 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 to

grandchild was in a bit of a pickle because he liked Gwendolyn while her husband wanted him to marry the daughter of the

the right choice for Patrick to leave

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

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

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

even gotten the chance