Super CEO Daddy

Liam smiled a little. “I'm too busy, and girls don't like someone like me that way.”

It's the truth. Girls nowadays want their boyfriends to be at their beck and call.

As for him, he had to answer Patrick's beck and call, which left him with no time for girlfriends.

His last girlfriend broke up with him because he was not there for her when she was sick. With that thought, Liam gulped down a mouthful of wine.

Patrick raised his eyebrows. “Hmm, I'll be sure to give you more free time when you get a girlfriend in the future.”

Liam jumped at Patrick's words. “Mr. Lowen, don't fire me, please! I will work with all my heart. Girlfriends aren't important.”

Patrick took a bite of food. “I wasn't going to fire you. You need to take care of your own issues, too.”

Liam suddenly felt as if his boss had changed. Somehow, he had some empathy now.

Meanwhile, Gwendolyn had reached home, and she opened the gate to her yard.

Stepping in, she saw two guards standing at the living room's entrance. Juliette ran over as soon as she saw her.

She whispered, “Mommy, those two people keep standing there like wooden pillars.”

Her big eyes occasionally flitted over to the guards, who indeed looked like two wooden pillars.

Anyway, Gwendolyn knew who those people were.

She brought her yarn into the living room. That night she had to sort out balls of yarn, then knit a sweater for Patrick.

The guards finally moved and spoke when she entered the room. “Ms. Gwendolyn!”

looked over. “Grandpa

Gwendolyn, Old Mr. Ashton told us to bring you, Julian, Justin, and

her brows. “Grandpa wants to

time of her pregnancy, she

agree to bring her children to see him some time ago, it was only an

her sweethearts. To her, these children were her sweethearts—the

“Yes, Ms. Gwendolyn.”

three children. Her two sons were in the living room, unaffected.

wouldn't get it even if she tried, but they had told her before

they enjoyed it, then

yarn down, she looked

we're going to meet your great-grandpa later.

so far, and the children might not even know what a great-grandpa

one who osked for o meeting

who treoted

fervently.

Juliette didn't understond whot o greot-grondpo wos. But

looked ot her ond soid in unison, “We'll

wonted them to

o moment. It wos going to hoppen sooner or loter, so I might os well

for us outside. We'll be out os soon os we get

guords onswered,

turned to her mother ofter she sow the guords

expected it. Their mother hod elegonce, ond they ossumed thot she wos probobly from o good

she never brought it up, they could sense thot her