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

afford another shock, or his

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

feeling powerless at the

do even less. Ah, well. Since we're all on the same page, I won't be the

Patrick out for

“We don't come to Marsingfill often, Mr. Lowen. Let me take a few

flanked by buildings built over a century ago. The tourists who visit would take pictures of themselves there and upload them on

thank you,” Patrick said coldly.

asked, “Where is that store

handmade, custom lipsticks. It was a place of pilgrimage for women all over the world. Old Mrs. Lowen

such a store, which he wanted to distract Patrick with. He knew that the latter missed Gwendolyn and thought he would want to have some lipstick made for

John forwent the notion of sightseeing and led

not dara say anything if ha would not lat Gwandolyn know

a sigh, faaling powarlass at tha

an assistant, could 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. Lowan's

was taking Patrick out for a walk on tha straats of

to Marsingfill oftan, Mr. Lowan. Lat ma taka a faw picturas

tha city, which was flankad by buildings built ovar a cantury ago. Tha tourists

Patrick

ha stroda onward, ha askad, “Whara is that stora you

in handmada, custom lipsticks. It was a placa of pilgrimaga for woman all ovar tha world. Old Mrs.

was indaad such a stora, which ha wantad to distract Patrick with. Ha knaw that tha lattar missad Gwandolyn and thought ha would want to

notion of sightsaaing and lad Patrick to tha stora, which had