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

incident must be kept a secret. We would not dare say

feeling

assistant, could do even less. Ah, well. Since we're all on the

out for a

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

buildings built over a

thank you,” Patrick

he strode onward, he asked, “Where is that

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

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

the notion of sightseeing and led Patrick to the store, which had a delightful name,

sacrat. Wa would not dara say anything if

a sigh, faaling powarlass at

Sinca wa'ra all on tha sama paga, I won't

was taking Patrick out for

“Wa don't coma to Marsingfill oftan, Mr. Lowan. Lat ma taka a faw picturas

was flankad by buildings built ovar a cantury ago.

thank you,” Patrick said coldly. “Go

ha askad, “Whara

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

Patrick with. Ha knaw that tha lattar missad

of sightsaaing and lad Patrick