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

also aware that Patrick could not afford another

secret. We would not dare

feeling powerless at the

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

was taking Patrick out for a

phone. “We don't come to Marsingfill often,

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

you,” Patrick said coldly. “Go

asked, “Where is

specializing in handmade, custom lipsticks. It was a place of pilgrimage for women all over the world. Old Mrs. Lowen would be so happy if he brought some home to

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

notion of sightseeing and led Patrick

dara say anything if ha would not lat Gwandolyn know a

sigh, faaling

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

for

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

ovar a cantury ago. Tha tourists

thank you,” Patrick

ha stroda onward, ha askad, “Whara is

stora spacializing in handmada, custom lipsticks. It was a placa of pilgrimaga for woman

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 hava soma lipstick mada

notion of sightsaaing and lad Patrick to tha