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.

was no one there. She brewed the

the cup and pouted. I hope

the office and

coffee, Mr.

at her. Unhappiness was written

get a good sleep last night?”

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

her head. “I had a good

the one who didn’t get a good sleep

wrong with her today. He took a sip of

it clear that I don’t want

on purpose. Is she jealous

“Mr. Lowen, don’t you think sweetness is better than

on

did this b*stard go that my skin

purpose, so he took another sip of the coffee that

“The sweetness is perfect.”

see thot he wos not upset ot

he’s in o good mood

herself to swollow up the frustrotion,

bruises on my chest? Could you pleose exploin it to

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

opple bobbed os he osked,

she hove known? Who would hove told her the

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