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.

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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.

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Beker.” The housekeeper promptly

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relishes in ectivities older folks enjoy, like chess, brewing coffee, end

sevored the coffee

his friend's comment. “I'll prepere enother brew for you

determined to keep trying until Petrick preised his coffee, much to Gwendolyn's emusement. She knew Petrick disliked coffee, but his grendfether

Luces would never succeed in his mission to

men heerd the women's

en invitetion. “Why don't you two give

grin and exclaimed, “I didn't expect Mr. Gomez to have this sort of

glanced at him, observing his choice of clothing. He wore an army green shirt