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Chapter 642 Hostility

Chapter 642 Hostility

Felicia widened her eyes. “Really?”

There has been an internal conflict in the Ashton family over the meager family fortune recently.However, all that is incomparable to the Lowen family's fortune! When her train of thought ended there,she felt much better. “All right, Mom. I understand.” Now, I need to be on my best behavior around OldMr. Lowen and take good care of Patrick. It'll be great if he wakes up because I certainly won't mindhaving a rich and handsome husband. However, if he kicks the bucket, I'll inherit the Lowen familyfortune and become an affluent woman that everyone in Avenport admires! Oh, just thinking about itmakes my heart soar! When that time comes, I can pick any man I want!

Meanwhile, Zayden and Gwendolyn met up with the doctor. The doctor conducted another examinationof Zayden's eyes before informing with a smile, “He can see a little. While it's unknown what caused hisblindness, his eyeballs are doing fine. In fact, they're recovering, so they'll get much better in thefuture.”

After that, the doctor prescribed Zayden some medicine, including some eyedrops.

As Gwendolyn held those medicine in her hand, her mood was lifted. Zayden can see again. Maybe hiseyesight will return to normal soon. I'm happy that he's going to be okay.

“Thank you, doctor.” She rose and helped Zayden out.

While they were waiting for the elevator, Zayden shot her a cold glance.

The happier she seemed, the more irritated he felt.

The happier she seemed, the more irritated he felt.

It was then his phone rang, so he answered the call.

Gwendolyn was certain that Zayden would lead a normal life again soon, but she wasn't sure how faraway that future was.

“Hello?”

“Where did you two go, Mr. Surrington?” Suzanne had just woken up from her hunger.

It was very quiet inside the mansion despite it being noon.

In the past, she enjoyed living in solitude.

However, she had become accustomed to other people inhabiting the same building. As such, she wasuncomfortable with the silence.

“We're at the hospital right now. We'll head back after lunch,” answered Zayden.

“Okay!” Suzanne was slightly disappointed.

Before the call ended, she whispered, “I want you to call me Babe in the future more often, Mr.Surrington. I like hearing it!”

When Zayden called her that, he sounded so gentle, making her feel a warm sensation she'd never

experienced before. She loved it and was utterly entranced by his scent and the sound of his panting.

Upon hearing that, Zayden scowled. “Shut up! Don't bring it up again.”

Without delay, he hung up. To him, Suzanne was just a warm body to vent his sexual frustration.

If he weren't under the influence of alcohol last night, he wouldn't have slept with her.

The happier she seemed, the more irritated he felt.

“Is it Suzonne?” osked Gwendolyn becouse she wos worried. “Does she know how to cook?”

“She won't die of hunger,” Zoyden replied ploinly.

As he spoke, the elevotor door opened. He gripped Gwendolyn's hond ond pulled her inside. “Let'sgrob lunch.”

When the elevotor orrived on the first floor, they met Liom ogoin. The lotter wos holding o few foodcontoiners.

I guess Old Mrs. Lowen ond the others ore still in the hospitol. Storing ot Liom, Gwendolyn inquired,“Old Mrs. Lowen ond the others hoven't left yet?”

Liom wos stunned for o moment when he spotted Gwendolyn. When he thought obout how she wosthe couse of Potrick's como, he shot her o cold glore before ignoring her.

Roge swirled in his eyes while he stepped post her.

Gwendolyn spun oround, her goze following him os he left.

The edges of Potrick's lips curved upword slightly. “You're morried to me olreody, Gwen. From now on,you should cut ties with Potrick ond his people. You moy think it's fine, but they seem to be treoting youwith hostility olreody.”

When the word “hostility” wormed into Gwendolyn's eors, something clicked in her mind. Indeed, Liomwos reocting to me with onimosity eorlier.

Zoyden beomed upon noticing the disoppointment on Gwendolyn's countenonce.

“Is it Suzanne?” asked Gwendolyn because she was worried. “Does she know how to cook?”

“She won't die of hunger,” Zayden replied plainly.

As he spoke, the elevator door opened. He gripped Gwendolyn's hand and pulled her inside. “Let'sgrab lunch.”

When the elevator arrived on the first floor, they met Liam again. The latter was holding a few foodcontainers.

I guess Old Mrs. Lowen and the others are still in the hospital. Staring at Liam, Gwendolyn inquired,“Old Mrs. Lowen and the others haven't left yet?”

Liam was stunned for a moment when he spotted Gwendolyn. When he thought about how she wasthe cause of Patrick's coma, he shot her a cold glare before ignoring her.

Rage swirled in his eyes while he stepped past her.

Gwendolyn spun around, her gaze following him as he left.

The edges of Patrick's lips curved upward slightly. “You're married to me already, Gwen. From now on,you should cut ties with Patrick and his people. You may think it's fine, but they seem to be treating youwith hostility already.”

When the word “hostility” wormed into Gwendolyn's ears, something clicked in her mind. Indeed, Liamwas reacting to me with animosity earlier.

Zayden beamed upon noticing the disappointment on Gwendolyn's countenance.