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The car slowly left the Lowen residence as Gwendolyn stared at the large manor. The first time she arrived at the Lowen residence, she was shocked by the family's opulence.

She was the daughter of a pretty rich family, so she thought she was used to opulence.

But the Lowen residence was so incredibly massive that the Ashton residence could never be compared to it.

Staring out of the window, she saw the flowers in the gardens blooming. Just a glance at the fresh flowers in winter was enough for her to know it was Alice's style.

She smiled. Old Mrs. Lowen is such a romantic. She sure knows how to enjoy life.

Patrick was leaning on his seat and tapping his slim fingers on the armrest when he abruptly asked, “Has your family eaten yet at this hour?”

He was going to have a meal at her place, but since there were three children there, perhaps meal time was already over.

She glanced at her watch. It's already half-past seven. They definitely have already eaten.

“Yep.” A plain response was squeezed out of her mouth.

the

Lowen,” the chauffeur

eyes. “My head's aching. Ms. Ashton, give me

against his seat. His furrowed eyebrows clearly

of the plane. She didn't know how long he was on the plane or where he returned from, but it wasn't

still wasn't moving, he spoke without prompting. “I flew out from Baykeep. It's been three days since I last slept, and I was on the plane

about the high pay she was getting

for Lowen Group, and she was part of the company. So, naturally, she should help lighten the

turned around, half-kneeling on the car

he suddenly hugged her

about to leap away, but when she saw him hugging her, her grip loosened and

for her to give him a massage

began to give him

a week since

was tired or annoyed, a sniff of her scent or a short conversation with

pulled her into his embrace. Gwendolyn wanted to get away, but he refused to let her go as he pressed on her delicate face.