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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.

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

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