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Gwendolyn did not have a restful slumber, for Patrick's scowl haunted her dreams throughout the night.

She knew he was angry, but she did not know how to pacify him.

Gwendolyn glanced at the clock when she woke up and realized it was half-past six in the morning. So early!

She sat up and had no desire to sleep again. Looking out of the window, she discovered that it was still dark outside, and the sun had not risen.

“Patrick, you're such a pain!” she murmured.

Indeed, people who were in love were idiots. Gwendolyn felt that she was one of them.

She was perfectly aware that Patrick was oblivious to her current situation. In spite of that, she could not sleep well and had no appetite.

A chill ran down Gwendolyn's spine when she remembered his expression prior to his departure. Patrick was really terrifying when he got angry, and she dared not approach him as a result.

After getting out of bed, Gwendolyn got ready to head to his house and make breakfast for him. By doing so, she could probably placate him.

At any rate, she had decided to comply with all of his wishes on that day in order to ask for his forgiveness.

Gwendolyn washed up and applied light makeup on her face. She selected an outfit that seemed professional yet sexy.

and thin heels and tucked her champagne-colored silk blouse into her tight

shoulders, giving her a

and was about to go

out her phone. She frowned when she realized the call was from

thought of letting Angeline assume she was not up yet. After

She strode

she reached downstairs, her phone

Angeline had transferred

disappointed when she saw

of the front door, she already had ten missed calls on her phone. Gwendolyn was no longer in a good

in a low voice. Obviously, she was

Gwendolyn. Get up quickly. I've already transferred this month's wage to you. It's twice as much as what a caregiver earns. Is it enough? If it isn't, just tell me. I'll pay you as

the trees outside the house had already woken up, too. They

very refreshing. Yet, a beautiful morning like that was ruined by the phone

Zay has given up on himself. As his mother, I can't bear to see him

out a long sigh before continuing, “With the state that he is in, don't you have an ounce of sympathy for him? Please,

latter was known to

mothers. Naturally, they would do anything