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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?”

his grandson as his expression soured a

barely able to be squeezed

his arm in an

It would appear that the old man was urging

young man's eyebrows were furrowed even tighter

would only infuriate the old man. If Hector had insomnia or died from the anger that

was worried Patrick would say something that would piss her husband off, so she spoke first. “Pat

he heard that. He began to push everything on the bedside

eye on your grandson and urge him to have a child soon,” she said

wasn't great for the old man's health. “I'll be leaving

of a pickle because he liked Gwendolyn while her husband wanted him

for Patrick

that the celebration that was supposed to happen wasn't

his pockets, he

we going to have dinner? Was it called

hadn't even gotten the chance to speak with