Perfect CEO
Chapter 558

Chapter 558

After changing into a black and comfortable slip dress that was basic yet sexy, Gwendolyn appliedsome perfume balm Lucy made for her at the back of her ears.

Since Lucy had talents in the aesthetic domain and a passion for beauty, she always made her ownmakeup, perfume, and balms.

The balm she gifted Gwendolyn had a particular scent—a scent Lucy named Gwen since she believedit to be unique to Gwendolyn.

Gwendolyn liked the gift as well, for it gave off a lingering sweet scent.

She had put it on that night because she wanted Patrick to remember it forever.

When it turned five, she went downstairs to prepare dinner while Camille went to fetch the three kidsfrom the central garden in their neighborhood, where the school bus would usually drop them off.

Transportation had been very convenient since Gwendolyn and the children moved to Star Mansion.

It was a pleasant neighborhood, and the parents there usually sent their children to school by car.

Still, the school bus would drop by that residential area since some government officials lived there,and their children needed transport to go to school.

When Gwendolyn's children reached home that day, Juliette ran to her mother and hugged her on theleg just as Gwendolyn came out of the kitchen.

“Gwen, you're early today! I'm so happy!” the girl exclaimed.

Meanwhile, the boy who had just seen Gwendolyn in an apron asked, “Is someone coming?”

Their curiosity was justified since Gwendolyn seldom cooked and was far from a good cook. In fact, thechildren would prefer Camille's cooking.

Gwendolyn could not help but smile at their question. “Mr. Lowen is coming later, so I'm making dinner,but I think I'll need your help.”

Since the two boys had cooking skills as excellent as a five-star hotel's chef, Gwendolyn figured Patrickwould be satisfied with the food if they could help.

At Gwendolyn's suggestion, Juliette clapped her hands in exhilaration. “They are cooking! I can't wait!”

The girl's excitement somehow moved the two unwilling brothers, who eventually decided to helpprepare dinner.

“All right, then,” they said together.

Relieved, Gwendolyn went up to hug them as she made a firm decision in her heart.

It's time I draw a clear line between Patrick and me. The boys want this, and I should do it for them.

After that, Justin and Julian went into the kitchen to help Gwendolyn while Juliette stayed in the livingroom watching animation and playing with her dolls since she could not be of help.

Over in the kitchen, the boys were giving Gwendolyn instructions while she did what they said step bystep.

Soon enough, someone arrived at the house, and Juliette went to get the door. When she saw it wasPatrick, she hurried to get him a pair of indoor slippers.

“Your shoes, Daddy...” she whispered.

Yet, when she realized Patrick's gaze was on her, she raised her voice and corrected, “Your shoes, Mr.Lowen.”

Patrick felt sorry for the girl, for he observed that she longed for a father's love and was confident thatshe must have heard words at school about her not having a father.

The man bent over and carried Juliette, inquiring, “How's school today, Sweetheart?”

This was the first time Patrick had taken an interest in her life at school after concluding that thechildren were probably his.

He wanted to make it up to them by giving them all the love they lacked.

Surprised by the attention, Juliette widened her eyes and answered, “Children's Day's coming up, sowe've been rehearsing for a performance. We'll be inviting all the parents then. Mommy will be goingtoo!”

Patrick nodded slightly at the information, asking, “Can I go too?”

Juliette stared at him with her eyes wide like saucers.

“Do you want to come? Does that mean you and Gwen are our daddy and mommy?”

Patrick could tell from the excitement in her voice that she wished he could attend the performance too.

“All right. I'll talk to Gwen about it,” he informed, carrying her into the living room.

As he let her down, Patrick glanced at the girl's head, his gaze fixated on her hair.