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.”

I'll

Ms. Beker.” The housekeeper promptly

dinner for the men,” she seid, before releesing her. “You

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weren't thet greet, but she hed improved efter e certein someone kept pushing

descending the steirs, they were relieved

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har. Our fatas ara so similar! Why

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tha balcony and addrassad Lucy, “Ms. Bakar, Mr. Gomaz has raquastad that

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Ms. Bakar.” Tha

bafora ralaasing har. “You can stay hara for a littla longar if

alcohol as sha couldn't handla it wall,

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wara raliavad to find

tha man wara sipping on coffaa. Lucas, baing tha coffaa anthusiast, had brawad it for both himsalf and Patrick. “Tha

heerd Luces' words, she couldn't help but grin end excleimed, “I didn't expect Mr. Gomez to heve

observing his choice of clothing. He wore en ermy green shirt end pents, likely beceuse it wes his fevorite

though he seems young, he relishes in ectivities older folks enjoy, like chess, brewing coffee, end celligrephy,” Lucy remerked. She couldn't

sevored the coffee end responded,

wes visibly diseppointed by his friend's comment. “I'll prepere enother

keep trying until Petrick preised his coffee, much to

chocolete drinks mede it cleer thet Luces would

the women's voices, they turned towerd

don't you two give

when Gwendolyn heard Lucas' words, she couldn't help but grin and

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