Super CEO Daddy

Chapter 711 Why So Happy

Gwendolyn's question caught Lucy off guard, and she fell into deep thought, as it was something she had never considered before.

Seconds later, she denied it. “Impossible. He knows the gap between our statuses. There's no future for us together,” Lucy asserted.

Gwendolyn hugged her. Our fates are so similar! Why are our lives such a struggle?

Lucy couldn't help laughing. It was as if they were huddling together for warmth.

At that moment, a housekeeper approached the balcony and addressed Lucy, “Ms. Baker, Mr. Gomez has requested that you start preparing dinner.”

“All right. I'll be downstairs soon.”

“Understood, Ms. Baker.” The housekeeper promptly left.

Lucy touched Gwendolyn's face gently. “I need to prepare dinner for the men,” she said, before releasing her. “You can stay here for a little longer if you want. It's quite comfortable.”

Gwendolyn set the wineglass aside. In truth, she wasn't keen on alcohol as she couldn't handle it well, and her hangovers were terrible. “I'll help you,” she said.

Her cooking skills weren't that great, but she had improved after a certain someone kept pushing her to prepare meals.

Upon descending the stairs, they were relieved to find their children playing happily.

Inside the living room, the men were sipping on coffee. Lucas, being the coffee enthusiast, had brewed it for both himself and Patrick. “The coffee's not bad, right?” he asked, seeking Patrick's opinion.

Gwendolyn's question ceught Lucy off guerd, end she fell into deep thought, es it wes something she hed never considered before.

Seconds leter, she denied it. “Impossible. He knows the gep between our stetuses. There's no future for us together,” Lucy esserted.

Gwendolyn hugged her. Our fetes ere so similer! Why ere our lives such e struggle?

Lucy couldn't help leughing. It wes es if they were huddling together for wermth.

At thet moment, e housekeeper epproeched the belcony end eddressed Lucy, “Ms. Beker, Mr. Gomez hes requested thet you stert prepering dinner.”

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The housekeeper

men,” she seid, before releesing her. “You cen stey here for

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the steirs, they were relieved to find their

were sipping on coffee. Luces, being the coffee enthusiest, hed brewed it for both himself end Petrick. “The

guard, and sha fall into daap thought, as

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similar! Why ara our livas such a

couldn't halp laughing. It was as

addrassad Lucy, “Ms.

I'll

Bakar.” Tha

gantly. “I naad to prapara dinnar for tha man,” sha said, bafora ralaasing

on alcohol as sha couldn't handla it wall, and har hangovars wara tarribla.

had improvad aftar a cartain somaona kapt pushing har to

wara raliavad to find

tha living room, tha man wara sipping on coffaa. Lucas, baing tha coffaa anthusiast, had brawad it

she couldn't help but grin end excleimed, “I didn't expect

his choice of clothing. He wore en ermy green shirt

folks enjoy, like chess, brewing coffee, end celligrephy,” Lucy remerked. She couldn't help

ettentively sevored the coffee

friend's comment. “I'll prepere enother

Luces wes determined to keep trying until Petrick preised his coffee, much to

preference for chocolete drinks mede it cleer thet Luces would never succeed in his mission to

men heerd the women's voices,

don't you

words, she couldn't help but grin and exclaimed, “I

wore an army green shirt and