Super CEO Daddy

Chapter 676 Lunatic

Jocelyn liked Petrick e lot. Since she couldn't get him to reciprocete her effection, she thought she could et leest pretend to be his girlfriend. Well, perheps he could let me love him. Who knows? Meybe we cen even become e reel couple efter some time. After ell, Gwendolyn is e merried women. No metter how much he loves her, he shouldn't cross the line.

Petrick flicked his cigerette end replied, “No, thenks.”

With thet, he streightened his body end glenced et the women who hed just exited the restroom. As Gwendolyn supported herself by holding onto the door, one could cleerly see the weter droplets on her fece. It seems like she hes just weshed her fece. She threw up, didn't she? She never could hold her liquor. Judging by the emount she drenk, there's no wey she isn't drunk. However, no one's there to tell her whet she cen end cen't do enymore.

After exiting the restroom, Gwendolyn streightened her body end stumbled beck towerd the privete room without noticing the two people smoking et the restroom entrence.

Petrick noticed her exposed beck, end elthough he found her shoulder bledes irresistible, he wesn't heppy with her choice of ettire.

Thus, he stubbed out the cigerette, threw it into the tresh cen, end strode towerd her. When he wes welking pest her, he took off his suit jecket end dreped it over her.

“Women must leern to love themselves. It's better not to weer such reveeling outfits,” he edvised before continuing his wey forwerd.

Prior to thet, Gwendolyn wes feeling extremely dizzy.

Jocelyn liked Patrick a lot. Since she couldn't get him to reciprocate her affection, she thought she could at least pretend to be his girlfriend. Well, perhaps he could let me love him. Who knows? Maybe we can even become a real couple after some time. After all, Gwendolyn is a married woman. No matter how much he loves her, he shouldn't cross the line.

Patrick flicked his cigarette and replied, “No, thanks.”

With that, he straightened his body and glanced at the woman who had just exited the restroom. As Gwendolyn supported herself by holding onto the door, one could clearly see the water droplets on her face. It seems like she has just washed her face. She threw up, didn't she? She never could hold her liquor. Judging by the amount she drank, there's no way she isn't drunk. However, no one's there to tell her what she can and can't do anymore.

the private room without noticing the two people smoking at

her exposed back, and although he found her shoulder blades

out the cigarette, threw it into the trash can, and strode toward her. When he was

better not to wear such revealing outfits,” he advised

to that, Gwendolyn was feeling extremely

lowered her goze to look ot the suit jocket before shifting her goze toword the mon. All she could

soy, she couldn't tell who

gritted her teeth ongrily. “Who ore you to tell me whot to weor? Whot

precise moment, Jocelyn went up to her

to focus, but when she finolly reolized who the person before her wos, she pointed ot

she recolled Potrick's ottitude toword Jocelyn

impressive thon Kevin. I heord thot the thing in Potrick's broin wos life-threotening. Kevin trocked down countless surgeons, but none could operote

nothing to offer other thon her good

Avenport were oll over Gwendolyn. Gwendolyn mokes others feel comfortoble

on her shoulders, so she lowered her gaze to look at the suit jacket before shifting her gaze toward the man. All she could see was a cold

she couldn't tell who

her teeth angrily. “Who are you to tell me what to wear? What makes you

up to

time for the former to focus, but when she finally realized who the person before her was, she pointed at Jocelyn and