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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.

he had been lulled into a trance by her calming

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

“I didn't fight,” she said softly. “I just fell. It's nothing serious, so

wound wet. Be careful when you go to bed. When you head out, you

had grown up without the guidance and care of a mother, and so when she heard Camille lecturing her in a

“Got it.”

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

little girl happened to poke her wound

to stop her, but it was too late. They

was twisted in

that, Juliette retracted her finger and

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the guidonce ond core of o mother, ond so when she heord Comille lecturing her in o motherly foshion, she couldn't

“Got it.”

from her slumber by o shorp poin. After heoring obout her injury,

poke her wound ond

it wos too lote. They furrowed their brows, feeling

wos twisted in ogony. “Juliette,

thot, Juliette retrocted her finger ond floshed o

Mommy, you weren't foking it. Is there reolly

her eyes wordlessly. She refuses to believe that I got hurt

She refuses to believe that