Perfect CEO
Chapter 528

Chapter 528

Upon hearing the comment, Suzanne was momentarily frozen. “No, I'm not a third wheel. I am aperson,” she hastily clarified, attempting to dispel any notion that she was not an object.

The young girl, innocent and preoccupied with thoughts of food and Zayden, was oblivious to muchelse. Therefore, when she overheard someone referring to her as a third wheel, she became anxiousand confused.

Michael's laughter echoed in the room at Suzanne's response. “You are too innocent, my dear. Ofcourse, you are a person. Come with me, let's replace you something better to eat.”

As he observed her constantly munching and having a variety of delectable treats inside the small bag,Michael came to the realization that the young girl had a deep love for food, and it was only throughsatisfying her appetite that he could ensure her cooperation.

Suzanne's eyes sparkled when she heard that there was food.

“What kind of delicious food do you have?”

Ready to follow Michael, Suzanne glanced back at Zayden, concerned about who would assist him ifshe left.

Deciding between Zayden and delicious food was a difficult task for Suzzanne.

Understanding her true intentions, Zayden encouraged her to leave by saying, “Go ahead!”

A smile spread across Suzanne's face upon hearing his charming voice.

“Thank you, Mr. Surrington.”

Gwendolyn gazed at Suzanne, who was dressed in a maid outfit with neat bangs and big grape-likewatery eyes. When the latter smiled, she looked like a child.

Gwendolyn noticed that Suzanne had a deep fondness for Zayden, and the fact that they spent most oftheir time alone together hinted at a possible romantic connection between them.

Despite Suzanne's apparent affection for Zayden, he appeared to be oblivious to her feelings.Gwendolyn resolved to assist in bringing them closer together in the future.

Suzanne trailed Michael inside the house, leaving the couple under the flower stand.

Gwendolyn poured a cup of tea for Zayden. “Zayden, have some tea.”

Despite being a young man, Zayden had a dislike for coffee and a strong preference for tea.

Zayden's preference for tea was similar to Michael's, indicating that they shared a common interest.

As the man reached out to replace the cup, Gwendolyn couldn't help but feel a little sad seeing him likethis. He had always been such a gentle and kind man to everyone.

However, given his current situation, it was understandable that he had developed a bad temper.Gwendolyn knew that she would probably react the same way if she were in his shoes.

Gwendolyn picked up the teacup and gently placed it into his hand.

There was a hint of a smile on her face, but it was mixed with a few traces of sadness.

Zayden noticed all of her emotions, and he inwardly chuckled.

I can see the pain in your heart for me. Gwen, do you know how much it hurts when I realize you onlyfeel sorry for me because I am blind?

Zayden's grip on the teacup tightened, and a fierce hatred burned in his eyes.

Despite the intense hatred in Zayden's eyes, Gwendolyn failed to notice it and asked, “Did youcooperate with the doctor during the treatment?”

Gwendolyn hoped his eyes would get better and sincerely wished for his well-being.

Zayden, on the other hand, scoffed when he heard that. “You can't wait for me to get better, huh?”

Are you hoping you won't have to marry me if I recover? Well, Gwendolyn, I can guarantee your wishwill never come true.

“I certainly do. I hope you can regain your health and be well, just like before.”

Upon hearing this, Zayden loosened his grip on the teacup, causing the tea to spill.

Gwendolyn quickly grabbed some tissues and cleaned the mess up while asking him with concern,“Are you hurt?”

Zayden, however, wasn't bothered by it. Instead, he grabbed her hand.

“Given my condition, Gwen, can't you be by my side and take care of me?” he asked.

His voice was low, and there was a hint of anger in it as he tightened his grip around her, causing herpain.

Why does this woman not want to be with me when I have everything Patrick has and look just as goodas him? Am I not as good as Patrick?

Panic was evident in Gwendolyn's eyes. “Zayden, I will take care of you. Please don't be angry, okay?”

Gwendolyn was frightened by his frantic expression, afraid that his condition would worsen and hewould never recover.

“Will you marry me?”

When he asked the question, he took out a diamond ring.

“I had planned to propose to you in a perfect way, but I can't wait any longer.”

He took the ring and placed it on her finger, fitting it accurately onto her right ring finger.

Upon looking at the ring, Gwendolyn's eyes were brimming with terror. She reminisced about the ringshe had left at home and how thrilled she was when Patrick proposed to her. Now, being confronted byZayden, she felt as though she was amid scorching flames, tormented and in agony.