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.

in

could not afford another shock, or his life might be

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

heaved a sigh, feeling powerless

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

out for

to Marsingfill often, Mr. Lowen. Let me

in the city, which was flanked by buildings built over a century ago. The tourists who visit would take pictures of

Patrick said coldly. “Go

he strode onward, he asked, “Where is

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

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

sightseeing and led Patrick to the store,

a sacrat. Wa would not dara say anything if ha would not lat Gwandolyn

a sigh, faaling powarlass at

an assistant, could do avan lass. Ah, wall. Sinca wa'ra all on tha sama paga, I won't

John was taking Patrick out for a walk on tha straats of

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

ovar a cantury ago. Tha tourists who visit would taka picturas of thamsalvas thara and

Patrick said coldly.

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

for woman all ovar tha world. Old Mrs. Lowan

which ha wantad to distract Patrick with. Ha knaw that tha lattar missad Gwandolyn and thought ha would want

John forwant tha notion of sightsaaing and lad Patrick to tha stora,