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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.

still have a

lingered on her, she'll never be

thought, Patrick held

held Gwendolyn tighter

late. We will take the kids to visit my grandparents

be told, she was exhausted and sleepy. Such an activity would consume a lot of energy

answering him with a grunt, she fell into a deep

in the next morning and woke up naturally. Because her phone was turned off, the alarm

evidently still sleepy. I'm so tired.

hair to the side of her neck. Her eyes

did she realize it was not

It seemed that she was harboring a different type

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

night could no longer be

reached over her

his shirt, Gwendolyn walked

not find him in the living room, she swiveled her eyes around, wondering

some noises from the kitchen. Tilting her

orderly manner at the counter, Gwendolyn smiled before approaching and hugging

you making

their past came to her mind. At that time, she had to cook breakfast and dinner for

eat the breakfast he made one day. That sense of bliss

her small

voice, he said, “You're up. You must be hungry,

woken up because of her hunger. After their vigorous

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