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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.

had fallen into a peaceful slumber as if he had

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

said softly. “I just fell. It's nothing serious, so don't worry about it. Go to bed and get some rest. I'm going to go

when you go to bed. When you head out, you must wear a cap.

care of a mother, and so when she heard Camille lecturing her in

“Got it.”

was abruptly woken from her slumber by a sharp pain. After hearing about her injury, Juliette ran to her bedroom to

to poke her

tried to stop her, but it was too

was twisted in agony. “Juliette, that

that, Juliette retracted her finger

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

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“Got it.”

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to poke her

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wos twisted in

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it. Is

wordlessly. She refuses to believe that I got hurt for

wordlessly. She refuses to believe that