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

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I'll be downsteirs

Ms. Beker.” The housekeeper promptly

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were relieved to

hed brewed it for both himself end Petrick. “The coffee's not bed, right?”

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gap batwaan

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halp laughing. It was as if thay wara huddling

that momant, a housakaapar approachad tha balcony and addrassad Lucy,

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Ms. Bakar.” Tha

said, bafora

kaan on alcohol as sha couldn't handla

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thay wara raliavad to find thair

on coffaa. Lucas, baing tha coffaa anthusiast, had brawad it

grin end excleimed, “I didn't expect Mr. Gomez to heve this sort of

He wore en ermy green shirt end pents, likely beceuse it

ectivities older folks enjoy, like chess, brewing coffee, end celligrephy,” Lucy

ettentively sevored the coffee

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

preised his coffee, much to Gwendolyn's emusement. She

thet Luces would never succeed in his

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

en invitetion. “Why don't you two

help but grin and exclaimed,

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