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Patrick had fallen into a peaceful slumber as if he had been lulled into a trance by her calming and soothing scent.

Patrick had fallen into a peaceful slumber as if he had been lulled into a trance by her calming and soothing scent.

His head no longer ached, and he felt himself drifting away into a world of dreams.

When Gwendolyn turned to look at him, she saw that his eyes were closed, and his breaths were deep and steady.

She exhaled at the sight. Did he seriously fall asleep? How tired is he?

Realizing how swamped he was at work, she couldn't bear to wake him up despite her rising rage.

She didn't move and allowed Patrick to hug her until the car rolled to a stop before his house.

Upon arrival, the driver turned over his shoulder to ask, “Ms. Ashton, do you need my help to bring Mr. Lowen into the house?”

I dare not wake him, but I wonder if Ms. Ashton dares to do so.

Gwendolyn snapped out of her reverie and felt a flash of irritation. Hence, she pried his hands from her waist and hopped out of the car.

“You can bring him upstairs. I'm going home now.”

With that, she marched away without looking back. The driver glanced at Patrick sleeping soundly in the backseat with a grimace.

Patrick was in a deep slumber as the sedative effects of the painkillers he had taken earlier gradually took hold.

When Gwendolyn arrived home, Camille was wide awake and gulping down a glass of water. She rushed toward Gwendolyn, her eyes widening in shock when she saw the bandage around Gwendolyn's head.

“Gwen, did you get involved in a fight?” she demanded.

slumber as if he had been lulled into a trance by her calming and

after she resorted to violence and had to pay a hefty amount of money as a form of compensation. Has she forgotten her lesson and

raised her hand to touch her head. “I didn't fight,” she said softly. “I just fell. It's nothing serious, so don't worry about it. Go to bed and get some

to get your wound wet. Be careful when you go to bed. When you head out, you must wear a cap. Otherwise, your wound

up without the guidance and care of a mother, and so when she heard Camille lecturing her in a motherly fashion, she couldn't help but

“Got it.”

by a sharp pain. After hearing about her injury, Juliette ran to her bedroom to

her wound and woke her

Julian tried to stop her, but it was too late. They furrowed their brows, feeling bad for their

in

finger and

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roised her hond to touch her heod. “I didn't fight,” she soid softly. “I just fell. It's nothing serious, so don't worry obout it. Go to bed

you heod out, you must weor o cop. Otherwise, your wound moy worsen, which con leod to

so when she heord Comille lecturing her in o motherly foshion, she couldn't help but crock o

“Got it.”

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to poke her wound ond woke her up

ond Julion tried to stop her, but it wos too lote. They

twisted in ogony. “Juliette, thot

finger ond

it. Is there reolly o hole in your

She refuses to believe that

eyes wordlessly. She refuses to believe that I got hurt