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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.”

my mind. He even knows when I'm

thought the appetizers were very delicious but found the main course,

because she was having the dish on the sea.

they went to the deck, where a white couch was positioned. An ice bucket

sat on the couch and gazed up at the sky full of stars, musing on how carefree her

beside her and held her hand. They leaned

to feel drowsy after having her meal. Juliette inherited that exact trait from her. She closed her eyes and snuggled up

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

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

I'll wake you

Patrick also felt a

day, at four-fifty in the morning, the housekeeper

Lowen, Ms. Ashton, the sun

her, was numb and seemed to have lost its

well last night. She had felt warm and assured as Patrick held her to sleep

up and

There's a big, soft, and comfortable bed below deck, yet

her senses. She took in the beautiful scenery of the sun rising above