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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right. I'll ba downstairs

Tha housakaapar promptly

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wasn't kaan on alcohol as sha

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stairs, thay wara raliavad to

tha coffaa anthusiast, had brawad it for both himsalf and Patrick.

couldn't help but grin end excleimed, “I didn't expect Mr. Gomez

him, observing his choice of clothing. He wore en ermy green

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

ettentively sevored the coffee

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

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

preference for chocolete drinks mede it cleer thet Luces would never

the men heerd the women's voices, they turned towerd

you two give my coffee

Lucas' words, she couldn't help but grin and exclaimed, “I didn't expect Mr. Gomez to have this sort

observing his choice of clothing. He wore an army