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Gwendolyn was in a good mood. Even the coffee that she gave Patrick was the one that he liked, bitter, with no milk and sugar.

After taking a sip, Patrick's eyes narrowed slightly.

He had gotten used to drinking the coffee she made, which was as sweet as syrup. Hence, to his surprise, he was somewhat unfamiliar with the taste of bitter coffee.

Patrick calmly glanced at Gwendolyn. She was humming while placing a few documents before him. “Mr. Lowen, you'll need to sign these few documents by three today. You'll also need to look at this proposal as you'll be discussing it at tomorrow's meeting.”

After she spoke, she started humming again. Gwendolyn turned around and walked back to her desk.

“You're in a good mood today, aren't you, Gwendolyn?”

Gwendolyn stopped in her tracks before she answered, “No, I'm not.”

Of course, I'm in a good mood. We're moving into our own house soon. We'll never have to be worried about being kicked out by the landlord anymore. But is it that obvious? Even Mr. Lowen could see it.

Patrick smirked. “Did you win the lottery?”

Gwendolyn sat at her desk and saw that she had several WhatsApp messages. She then clicked it open to read one.

you did an excellent job with the theme and design. Your designs will be shown during the autumn event. Come to school if you have time

read the message, she could hardly contain her excitement and was

the show. That was her dream. She had hoped that one day, a model would wear

luckier this year. She had a good job and

even her dream came true. She found it hard

replied: All right, Tiffany. I'll work

her chin and started to imagine the scene during Denzy Kenington's spring event. She then envisioned that the clothes she designed would be hung in major stores, and everyone was fighting

beautiful scene to

on her desk as she was smiling to herself like a fool.

as Patrick disrupted her dream. She took her coat,

were in the elevator. Patrick took one step closer to Gwendolyn, so she could only

terrified and pointed at the surveillance camera. “Mr. Lowen,

Gwendolyn thought about yesterday's kiss, she felt

could barely handle it. Thus, she feared Patrick would do something reckless in the

Do you want me to

She reached out and tugged at his shirt. “That's not what I meant, Mr.

could not control himself and wanted to have a