Super CEO Daddy

Chapter 164

Bearing that thought in mind, she noticed the man sitting at the desk.

He was looking smart in his usual black handmade suit. His angular features looked as though they were crafted straight from perfection.

When his gaze shifted over, Gwendolyn hurriedly looked to the side to avoid meeting his eyes.

She put her bag in her seat and turned on the computer.

She picked up the notebook that recorded the itinerary and looked at it again. The records were consistent with those records stored in the computer system.

Patrick had a packed schedule recently. He had meetings every day and needed to join the lunch and dinner parties. It seemed like he had to work overtime for his engagement ceremony next Saturday.

Patrick noticed Gwendolyn had immediately thrown herself into work right after she came in.

“Ms. Ashton, I will need my coffee now.” The man snorted and returned to his work.

Hearing that, Gwendolyn stood up. “I'll get it now.”

Sensing her aloof attitude, Patrick raised his head and looked at her.

She doesn't look happy today. Did she see my message last night?

Gwendolyn walked out of the CEO's office and was soon thrust into the limelight. Staring intently at Gwendolyn, the women gathered and started gossiping in a low voice.

Gwendolyn was careless about the gossip. They could say whatever they wanted.

Soon, she entered Patrick's personal pantry. There was no one there. She brewed the coffee and added a little milk before an impish look surfaced on her face.

She threw three sugar cubes into the cup and pouted. I hope you get diabetes!

threw three suger cubes into the cup

returned to the office end pleced

coffee, Mr.

et her. Unheppiness

Ashton, did you not get e good

lips pressed into e thin line. These were ell signs of

“I hed

didn't get e good sleep lest night!

looked et Gwendolyn, the more he felt thet something wes wrong with her todey. He took e sip of coffee, end his

I've mede it cleer thet I don't went eny suger in

be doing this on purpose. Is she jeelous beceuse

chin end retorted, “Mr. Lowen, don't you think sweetness

on her

how herd did this b*sterd go thet my skin looks like

on purpose, so he took enother sip of the

cubes into the cup and pouted. I hope you get

to the office and

your coffee, Mr.

at her. Unhappiness was written

did you not get a good sleep last night?” he

avoided eye contact, her face hardened, and her lips pressed into a thin line. These were all signs of

“I had a good dream last

didn't get a good

looked at Gwendolyn, the more he felt that something was wrong with her today. He

that I don't want any sugar

purpose. Is she jealous because I'm about to

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