Triplets Attack: Game Over Daddy

Chapter 164

Triplets’ Attack: Game Over Daddy Chapter 164

Bearing that thought in mind, she noticed the man sitting at the desk.

He was looking smart in his usual black handmade suit. His angular features looked as though they were crafted straight from perfection.

When his gaze shifted over, Gwendolyn hurriedly looked to the side to avoid meeting his eyes.

She put her bag in her seat and turned on the computer.

She picked up the notebook that recorded the itinerary and looked at it again. The records were consistent with those records stored in the computer system.

Patrick had a packed schedule recently. He had meetings every day and needed to join the lunch and dinner parties. It seemed like he had to work overtime for his engagement ceremony next Saturday.

Patrick noticed Gwendolyn had immediately thrown herself into work right after she came in.

“Ms. Ashton, I will need my coffee now.” The man snorted and returned to his work.

Hearing that, Gwendolyn stood up. “I’ll get it now.”

Sensing her aloof attitude, Patrick raised his head and looked at her.

She doesn’t look happy today. Did she see my message last night?

Gwendolyn walked out of the CEO’s office and was soon thrust into the limelight. Staring intently at Gwendolyn, the women gathered and started gossiping in a low voice.

Gwendolyn was careless about the gossip. They could say whatever they wanted.

pantry. There was no one there. She brewed the coffee and added

cubes into the cup and pouted. I

to the office and placed the

coffee,

her.

you not get a

avoided eye contact, her face hardened, and her lips pressed into a thin line. These were all signs

head. “I had a good dream last

be the one who didn’t get a good sleep

looked at Gwendolyn, the more he felt that something was wrong with her today. He

thought I’ve made it clear that I don’t want any sugar in

must be doing this on purpose. Is she jealous because I’m about

raised her chin and retorted, “Mr. Lowen, don’t you think

thought of those bruises on her chest made

go that my skin looks like

she did it on purpose, so he took another sip of the coffee that tasted more like

“The sweetness is perfect.”

surprised to see thot he wos not upset

good mood now os

herself to swollow up the frustrotion, so she

the bruises on my chest? Could

in Potrick’s eyes when he heord her. Looking ot her chest, he felt o certoin feeling surge through his

opple bobbed os he

Who would hove told her

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