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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.

then. We still have a long

my scent lingered on her, she'll never be able to

held

that thought, Patrick held Gwendolyn tighter in

It's late. We will take the kids to visit my

an activity would consume a lot

answering him with a grunt,

up naturally. Because her phone was turned

tired. My legs are sore. No, every part of my body is

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

it was not her room

what happened last night. It seemed that she was harboring a different type of feeling for him, as though she had grown closer

she trotted into his walk-in closet. Staring at the rows of white

longer be worn, so she could only

shirt was very big that it reached over her crotch. Hence, she could wear it like a short

shirt, Gwendolyn

in the living room, she swiveled her eyes

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

man cooking breakfast in an orderly manner at the counter, Gwendolyn

making

At that time, she had to cook breakfast and dinner for him

she expect that she would be able to eat the breakfast he made one day. That sense of

her small

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

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

plated the omelet he had just made and said, “You can eat