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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.

even walked all over him. In short, she was

he had put up with it and tolerated her,

She

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

“Your coffee, Mr. Lowen.”

she seemingly recalled something, for her lovely

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her desk and sat

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

Patrick glanced at Gwendolyn after his video conference concluded, he saw that she was

gentled slightly, and he walked

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

were to move her, she would definitely

with a thermostatic temperature control system,

his head, he swept his gaze over her

notebook lay open, and there was a note on the screen that read: Tuesday and Thursday,

and resolved not to hold her back when she

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

rumors within the company recently that Gwendolyn had been

from the look of things then, however, it was a