Perfect CEO
Chapter 565

Chapter 565

He turned to look at the woman lying on the bed. I always thought it was her. Was I wrong?

Gwendolyn slept on her side like a child, curling and hugging a bolster as though she lacked a sense ofsecurity.

Kevin replied, “She's twenty-four, the same age as Gwen.”

“I see. I'll meet you at the hospital tomorrow,” replied Patrick. Once I run a DNA test on the hair, thetruth will be revealed. I genuinely hope Gwendolyn was the woman I slept with back then.

The next morning, Patrick overslept. As he was exhausted from his intimate activity last night andstruggled to fall asleep, he spent the rest of the night staring at Gwendolyn. He planned to register hismarriage with her the next day at the City Hall.

Without him noticing it, he gradually fell into a deep slumber.

By the time he woke up, it was already almost nine in the morning. When he opened his eyes, theedges of his lips curved upward.

He stretched his hand to his side but didn't touch anyone, so he abruptly sat up and stared at theempty spot beside him.

His handsome face contorted slightly, and his smile vanished.

He got out of bed and headed downstairs, thinking Gwendolyn was preparing breakfast.

When he heard sounds coming from the kitchen, he called out, “Gwen...”

Upon hearing his voice, Lilian walked out of the kitchen. “It's me, Mr. Lowen. Ms. Ashton isn't here.”

Disappointment swirled in his eyes. “I see.”

Quickly, he returned upstairs.

Lilian shook her head with a smile. It seems Mr. Lowen only shows his emotions to Ms. Ashton. I cantell he cares a lot about her.

Patrick returned to the bedroom and saw the ring sitting on the bedside table. He dashed toward it andgrabbed it. Isn't this the ring I presented to her when I proposed? Did she forget to bring it with her?

He held it in his hand and dialed her number, but it wouldn't get through.

Immediately, Patrick knew what was going on and hung up furiously. “Do you think spending a nightwith me is enough, Gwendolyn? You belong to me in this life! Don't think you can escape me!”

At that moment, Gwendolyn was driving to Dragonhill Mansion with her luggage stored in the trunk.She decided to stay at the mountain for the time being.

As for the children, she had already asked Camille to care for them and would visit them once everyweek.

Suddenly, she felt her ears burning.

Someone's badmouthing me! Gwendolyn pouted. It's possible Patrick's the one cursing me. He shouldbe awake by now. Honestly, it'd be more surprising if he didn't swear at me when he saw that I'dreturned the ring to him.

Inhaling deeply, she comforted herself, “Don't think about him anymore, Gwendolyn. You aren't fated tobe with him. Think about Zayden instead. He needs you right now. You'll only feel more at ease afteryou help him get better.”

Meanwhile, Patrick visited Gwendolyn's home and pressed the doorbell.

When Camille opened the door and saw him, she smiled teasingly. “Gwen didn't come back last night.She was at your place, right, Mr. Lowen?” I bet they had many passionate moments the night before.After all, they're an adult couple. Sex is inevitable and an expression of love.

Patrick was provoked by her smile and his face darkened.

Immediately, Camille stopped smiling. He looks so scary like this.

“Where's Gwendolyn?” asked Patrick icily, ready to enter the building.

Camille sighed. “Gwen has left for a month-long business trip.”

Patrick sneered before returning to his car. She's avoiding me. Okay...