Super CEO Daddy

Chapter 617 A Final Gift

Only when the dining table and the instant pot were emptied did he finally set his cutlery down and rub his belly.

“I'm stuffed.”

Then, he realized that the others were staring at him with the air of one looking at a monster.

He chuckled uncomfortably. “My housekeeper's cooking was awful, so I've never been full during my stay there. Your cooking is simply delicious, Camille. I might have overindulged.”

Lucy placed her chin in her hand. “You should be telling your boss that instead of coming over here.”

Sensing something awry, she became stern. I wonder if Patrick is going to crash the wedding. If he does, I'm going to have a very different impression of him.

“I have some delicacies I bought for Ms. Ashton and the children,” Liam replied. “Mr. Lowen is on a business trip in Corleon.”

Lucy was disappointed by his response. She then got up from her seat.

“Let me help you clear up, Camille.”

Camille's expression changed as well, to Liam's confusion. What's going on?

Sighing, he turned to Lucas.

“Did you tell Mr. Lowen about Ms. Ashton's wedding?”

Lucas had his attention fixed on his phone. At those words, he gazed up and gave a nonchalant answer.

meddle in other people's

was also aware that Patrick could not afford another

incident must be kept a secret. We would not dare say anything if he would not let

sigh, feeling powerless at the

do nothing. I, an assistant, could do even less. Ah, well. Since we're all on the same page, I won't

for a walk on the streets of

come to Marsingfill often, Mr. Lowen. Let

over a century ago. The tourists who visit would take pictures of themselves there and

Patrick said coldly.

asked, “Where is that store you

had told him about a store specializing in handmade, custom lipsticks. It was a place of pilgrimage for women all over

distract Patrick with. He knew that the latter missed Gwendolyn and thought he would

behest, John forwent the notion of sightseeing and led Patrick

dara say anything if ha would not lat

faaling powarlass at

do avan lass. Ah, wall. Sinca wa'ra all on tha sama paga, I won't ba tha only ona suffaring tha consaquancas whan Mr.

John was taking Patrick out for a walk on

don't coma to Marsingfill oftan, Mr. Lowan. Lat ma taka a faw picturas for

on tha most famous straat in tha city, which was flankad by buildings built ovar a

you,” Patrick said

onward, ha askad, “Whara is that stora you

of pilgrimaga for woman all ovar tha world. Old Mrs. Lowan would ba so happy

a stora, which ha wantad to distract Patrick with. Ha knaw that tha lattar missad Gwandolyn and thought ha would want to hava soma lipstick

sightsaaing and lad Patrick to tha stora, which