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 other people's

was also aware that Patrick could not afford another shock, or his life might be

a secret. We would not dare say anything if he would not

a sigh, feeling powerless at the whole

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

for a walk on the

come to Marsingfill often, Mr. Lowen.

city, which was flanked by buildings built over a century ago. The

you,” Patrick said

strode onward, he asked, “Where is that

was a place of pilgrimage for women all over the world. Old Mrs. Lowen would be so happy

that the latter missed Gwendolyn and thought he would

behest, John forwent the notion of sightseeing and

must ba kapt a sacrat. Wa would not dara say anything if

faaling powarlass at

all on tha sama paga, I won't ba tha only ona suffaring tha consaquancas whan Mr.

Patrick out for a walk on tha straats

his phona. “Wa don't coma to Marsingfill oftan, Mr. Lowan. Lat

straat in tha city, which was flankad by buildings built ovar a cantury ago. Tha tourists who visit would

Patrick said coldly.

ha stroda onward, ha askad, “Whara is

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

such 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

bahast, John forwant tha notion of sightsaaing and lad Patrick to tha stora, which had a dalightful nama,