Super CEO Daddy

Gwendolyn entered the kitchen with a flushed face.

When Camille saw her, she asked, “Gwen, why is your face so red? Are you sick?”

Gwendolyn reached out to touch her face with her hand. She had already felt her face heating up, but now she was even more embarrassed that Camille pointed it out.

“It's fine. It's just that the heater here is quite strong, so I'm feeling a little warm.”

She then proceeded to the counter. “Is there anything I can do, Ms. Ziegler? I can assist you. They're all ravenous. It's a lot for you to take on your own, so it'll be easier with another person.”

Camille pointed to a plate of vegetables. “You can help to make the salad.”

Gwendolyn was great at making salads. Hence, she got to work right away.

Meanwhile, Juliette leaned against Patrick in the living room while watching a cartoon. He stared at the child in his arms, who appeared to be a carbon copy of Gwendolyn. For whatever reason, the more he looked at the girl, the fonder he was of her.

It seemed that he really adored Juliette the moment he had laid eyes on her. He felt a sense of affinity when he looked at the girl as though they had already known each other for a long time.

“Juliette, you can always give me a call no matter what happens in the future, all right? I'm only next door.”

Juliette was staring at Peppa Pig that was airing on the TV when she heard this. Her brows furrowed slightly.

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her, she asked, “Gwen, why is your face so red?

my brothers say that you're not a good person, and they won't let me tell you anything about

them, but she knew she liked Patrick because he was the most good-looking person she had ever seen. Moreover, he also resembled her

He used to think that if he could just

to win over the three children first in order

I've changed and will treat Gwen well wholeheartedly from now on. Are you willing to help me? I want to

large eyes stared fixedly at the man

you willing to become our daddy

raised a brow. “Of course. You

call him Daddy! Since young, all my friends had their daddies except

pain to the girl. She turned her gaze to the dining room's entrance,

the couch and inched closer to

“Daddy! Daddy!”

burst out giggling

skipped a beat as a remarkable emotion spread across

his neck and whispered again, “Daddy, I miss you. I've missed

expression.