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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.

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