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Patrick pulled Gwendolyn into his embrace while she spoke in a coy manner.

“You silly girl,” he said with a smile on his face.

Subsequently, the atmosphere became intimate.

After changing their clothes, they boarded the cruise ship berthed at the side of the mansion.

There was a professional captain to pilot the cruise ship as well as chefs and housekeepers to take care of their needs.

All of them wore standardized uniforms and stood at the cabin entrance to welcome the couple.

“Welcome, Mr. Lowen, Ms. Ashton!” they greeted them in the native language of Astoria.

Gwendolyn glanced at Patrick. “It's so nice to be rich.”

He pinched her petite face with his slender fingers. It seems that Gwen, the miser, is back.

The cruise ship they boarded was small, but it was considered vast and spacious for two people's use. Gwendolyn wasn't hungry before, but when she saw the dinner served on the cruise ship, she felt a little hungry.

Patrick lifted his chin. “You must be hungry.”

truly capable of reading my mind. He even

thought the appetizers were

it was because she was having the dish on the sea. She felt

the deck, where a white couch was positioned. An ice bucket containing two bottles of champagne was placed on the small table in front of the

the sky full of stars, musing on how carefree her

held her hand. They leaned against the couch and

after having her meal. Juliette inherited that exact trait from her. She

finding a comfortable position and muttered, “Patrick, I'm

eyes to gaze at her before reaching out to tuck her long, messy hair behind her

wake

Patrick also felt a

at four-fifty in the morning, the housekeeper

Lowen, Ms. Ashton, the sun is about to

his arm, embracing her, was numb and seemed to have

she rested well last night. She had felt warm and assured as

and

his arm and said, “There's something wrong with us. There's a big, soft, and

senses. She took in the beautiful scenery of the sun rising above the horizon and the gradually brightening