Triplets Attack: Game Over Daddy

Triplets’ Attack: Game Over Daddy Chapter 201

When Gwendolyn went into the office the next day, she slumped onto her chair, too tired to even move a muscle.

The previous night, she had tried her best to rush home, but she was still late by ten minutes. Consequently, she was dragged out of bed by her two sons at half-past five that morning. They tied a sandbag to her leg and forced her to run with them.

After running for five kilometers, her calves were then quivering, and she was dead tired.

It had been too long since she had undergone such intense training. In the past, Zayden was the one who coerced her in such a manner.

At that time, she had just started working at Night City. Zayden was worried about her, so he forced her to learn taekwondo.

Her stamina was poor, so he would come over at the crack of dawn every single day to drag her out for a run. Her two sons learned quickly and used that same method to punish her.

When Patrick saw the woman who flopped into the chair like a dead fish after coming into the office, he lifted his head from his pile of documents.

“My coffee, Ms. Ashton.”

Only then did Gwendolyn shoot to her feet. However, he distinctly glimpsed the fleeting furrow of her brows.

Hmm? Is she not feeling well? Is she on her menstruation, perhaps? No, that’s not right.

knew her time of the month, and it had only been a week ago. When she had

smashed two of his coffee cups and even walked all over him. In short, she was short-tempered during

tolerated her, seeing

wrong with her today? She looks

went to the pantry on shaky legs and brewed Patrick his favorite coffee with only a dash of milk. Then, she

“Your coffee, Mr. Lowen.”

that, she seemingly recalled something, for her lovely eyes narrowed a

you have a video

hastily went back to her desk and sat down. At once, she

were incoming calls from time to time, and she would filter them again before patching

his video conference concluded, he saw that

he walked over,

carrying her to the lounge for a

move her, she

thermostatic temperature control system, so it was pretty

his gaze over her desk that was kept neat

open, and there was a note on the screen that read: Tuesday and Thursday, class at seven o’clock in the

that to memory and resolved not to hold

In a

been rumors within the company recently that Gwendolyn had been cast