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Gwendolyn opened her eyes abruptly and met his reddened eyes. The fiery desire in his eyes was burning increasingly brighter at that moment.

Gwendolyn opened her eyes abruptly and met his reddened eyes. The fiery desire in his eyes was burning increasingly brighter at that moment.

“Say it quickly, or I'll stop.”

As of then, she was not doing any better than him either and thought she would feel very uncomfortable if he stopped when they were already at that stage.

With that in mind, she slid her hands to his neck and whispered, “I want you.”

“Who do you want?” The man smiled mischievously and asked again, “Tell me. Who?”

Gwendolyn could not be bothered about her pride anymore.

Anyhow, she reckoned it was not only her who was excited. He was certainly in the same boat as her.

“I want Patrick Lowen. Patrick—”

Before she could speak further, the man took her right there and then.

More than an hour later, Patrick held the petite woman in his arms, his long fingers caressing her dainty face.

“Gwen, let's do it one more time.”

Gwendolyn quickly refused. “No! With your condition, you're not allowed to do it again.”

She should not have let what had transpired earlier happen, but she did not feel like herself then.

Not to mention, she was hot and bothered, and she was sure Patrick was in the same situation as her.

Fortunately, he was fine, and she was also very pleased.

Patrick chuckled softly.

have a long

mine now. Now that my scent lingered on her, she'll never be able to get away from me her

that thought, Patrick held Gwendolyn

Patrick held Gwendolyn tighter in

will take the kids to visit my

and sleepy. Such an activity would consume a lot of energy to

him with a grunt, she

up naturally. Because her phone was turned off,

yawned, evidently still sleepy. I'm so tired. My

while, she sat up and pushed her long hair to the side of her neck.

she realize it was not

she was harboring a different

trotted into his walk-in closet. Staring at the rows of white shirts, she slid her fingers over them before

she wore last night could no longer be

reached over her

his shirt, Gwendolyn walked down the staircase

room, she

she turned to head back upstairs, she heard some noises from the kitchen. Tilting her head to the side, she took a glance and

man cooking breakfast in an orderly manner

making breakfast,

to cook breakfast and dinner for him every day. Back then, he was like a master,

did she expect that she would be able to eat the breakfast he made one day. That sense of bliss made her feel that everything was like a

her small

his deep, pleasant voice, he said, “You're up. You must be

had woken up because of her hunger. After their vigorous exercise last night, it only made sense that she was

he had just made and said, “You can eat this first. Wait at the dining table