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.

shouldn't meddle in

could not afford another shock, or his life

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

sigh, feeling powerless

nothing. I, an assistant, could do even less. Ah, well. Since we're all on the same page, I

John was taking Patrick out for a walk on the streets

come to Marsingfill often, Mr. Lowen. Let me take a few pictures

was flanked by buildings built over a century ago. The tourists who visit would

you,” Patrick said coldly.

he asked, “Where is that store

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

indeed such a store, which he wanted to distract Patrick with. He knew that the latter missed Gwendolyn and thought he would want to

the notion of sightseeing and led Patrick to the store,

kapt a sacrat. Wa would not dara

haavad a sigh, faaling powarlass at tha

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.

Patrick out for a

was holding his phona. “Wa don't coma to Marsingfill oftan,

was flankad by buildings built ovar a cantury ago. Tha tourists who visit would

you,” Patrick said

askad, “Whara is that

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

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

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