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When Gwendolyn went into the office the next day, she slumped onto her chair, too tired to even move a muscle.

The previous night, she had tried her best to rush home, but she was still late by ten minutes. Consequently, she was dragged out of bed by her two sons at half-past five that morning. They tied a sandbag to her leg and forced her to run with them.

After running for five kilometers, her calves were then quivering, and she was dead tired.

It had been too long since she had undergone such intense training. In the past, Zayden was the one who coerced her in such a manner.

At that time, she had just started working at Night City. Zayden was worried about her, so he forced her to learn taekwondo.

Her stamina was poor, so he would come over at the crack of dawn every single day to drag her out for a run. Her two sons learned quickly and used that same method to punish her.

When Patrick saw the woman who flopped into the chair like a dead fish after coming into the office, he lifted his head from his pile of documents.

“My coffee, Ms. Ashton.”

Only then did Gwendolyn shoot to her feet. However, he distinctly glimpsed the fleeting furrow of her brows.

Hmm? Is she not feeling well? Is she on her menstruation, perhaps? No, that's not right.

He knew her time of the month, and it had only been a week ago. When she had her menstruation, she would have a hot-water bag in her hands and look all chagrined with everyone.

walked all over him. In short, she was short-tempered during her time of the

up with it and tolerated her, seeing that she was on her

She looks as

his favorite coffee with only a dash of milk. Then, she placed it

“Your coffee, Mr. Lowen.”

that, she seemingly recalled something, for her lovely

that you have a video conference

that, she hastily went back to her desk and sat down. At

work. There were incoming calls from time to time, and she

Gwendolyn after his video conference concluded, he saw that she was sprawled on her desk,

gaze gentled slightly, and he walked over, draping

he was more inclined toward carrying her to the lounge for a nap, but

to move her,

with a thermostatic temperature

his head, he swept his gaze over her desk that

note on the screen that read: Tuesday and Thursday, class at seven o'clock

that to memory and resolved not to hold her back when she

door and walked in. In a flash, her eyes widened slightly at the

that Gwendolyn had been cast aside by Patrick, the

things then, however, it was a misunderstanding on their