Super CEO Daddy
Chapter 389

Chapter 389

Gwendolyn opened her eyes abruptly and met his reddened eyes. The fiery desire in his eyes wasburning increasingly brighter at that moment.

Gwendolyn opened her eyes abruptly and met his reddened eyes. The fiery desire in his eyes wasburning increasingly brighter at that moment.

“Say it quickly, or I'll stop.”

As of then, she was not doing any better than him either and thought she would feel veryuncomfortable if he stopped when they were already at that stage.

With that in mind, she slid her hands to his neck and whispered, “I want you.”

“Who do you want?” The man smiled mischievously and asked again, “Tell me. Who?”

Gwendolyn could not be bothered about her pride anymore.

Anyhow, she reckoned it was not only her who was excited. He was certainly in the same boat as her.

“I want Patrick Lowen. Patrick—”

Before she could speak further, the man took her right there and then.

More than an hour later, Patrick held the petite woman in his arms, his long fingers caressing her daintyface.

“Gwen, let's do it one more time.”

Gwendolyn quickly refused. “No! With your condition, you're not allowed to do it again.”

She should not have let what had transpired earlier happen, but she did not feel like herself then.

Not to mention, she was hot and bothered, and she was sure Patrick was in the same situation as her.

Fortunately, he was fine, and she was also very pleased.

Patrick chuckled softly.

“All right, then. We still have a long time together anyway.”

She's already mine now. Now that my scent lingered on her, she'll never be able to get away from meher whole life.

At that thought, Patrick held Gwendolyn tighter in his arms.

At that thought, Patrick held Gwendolyn tighter in his arms.

“Let's go to sleep! It's late. We will take the kids to visit my grandparents tomorrow. They miss thechildren.”

Truth be told, she was exhausted and sleepy. Such an activity would consume a lot of energy to beginwith.

After answering him with a grunt, she fell into a deep slumber.

Gwendolyn slept in the next morning and woke up naturally. Because her phone was turned off, thealarm did not ring.

When she opened her eyes, she yawned, evidently still sleepy. I'm so tired. My legs are sore. No, everypart of my body is aching.

After a while, she sat up and pushed her long hair to the side of her neck. Her eyes were dim withsleep as she looked around the room.

Only then did she realize it was not her room but Patrick's.

A smile played about her lips as she thought of what happened last night. It seemed that she washarboring a different type of feeling for him, as though she had grown closer to the man.

Gwendolyn got out of the bed naked. While covering her chest with her hands, she trotted into his walk-in closet. Staring at the rows of white shirts, she slid her fingers over them before taking one at randomand putting it on.

The clothes she wore last night could no longer be worn, so she could only don his first.

Fortunately, Patrick's shirt was very big that it reached over her crotch. Hence, she could wear it like ashort dress.

Wearing only his shirt, Gwendolyn walked down the staircase barefoot.

When she could not replace him in the living room, she swiveled her eyes around, wondering if he hadgone to work.

Just as she turned to head back upstairs, she heard some noises from the kitchen. Tilting her head tothe side, she took a glance and walked in that direction.

At the sight of that tall man cooking breakfast in an orderly manner at the counter, Gwendolyn smiledbefore approaching and hugging him from behind.

“Are you making breakfast, Mr. Lowen?”

Memories of their past came to her mind. At that time, she had to cook breakfast and dinner for himevery day. Back then, he was like a master, and she was his maid.

Never did she expect that she would be able to eat the breakfast he made one day. That sense of blissmade her feel that everything was like a fantasy.

Patrick held her small hands.

With his deep, pleasant voice, he said, “You're up. You must be hungry, aren't you?”

Indeed, Gwendolyn had woken up because of her hunger. After their vigorous exercise last night, itonly made sense that she was famished.

Patrick plated the omelet he had just made and said, “You can eat this first. Wait at the dining tableoutside.”

The woman nuzzled his back before answering, “Okay!”

She then went to do as he said, but before she could leave, Patrick suddenly turned around and kissedher cheek.

“Good morning, Babe!”

Weoring only his shirt, Gwendolyn wolked down the stoircose borefoot.

When she could not replace him in the living room, she swiveled her eyes oround, wondering if he hodgone to work.

Just os she turned to heod bock upstoirs, she heord some noises from the kitchen. Tilting her heod tothe side, she took o glonce ond wolked in thot direction.

At the sight of thot toll mon cooking breokfost in on orderly monner ot the counter, Gwendolyn smiledbefore opprooching ond hugging him from behind.

“Are you moking breokfost, Mr. Lowen?”

Memories of their post come to her mind. At thot time, she hod to cook breokfost ond dinner for himevery doy. Bock then, he wos like o moster, ond she wos his moid.

Never did she expect thot she would be oble to eot the breokfost he mode one doy. Thot sense of blissmode her feel thot everything wos like o fontosy.

Potrick held her smoll honds.

With his deep, pleosont voice, he soid, “You're up. You must be hungry, oren't you?”

Indeed, Gwendolyn hod woken up becouse of her hunger. After their vigorous exercise lost night, itonly mode sense thot she wos fomished.

Potrick ploted the omelet he hod just mode ond soid, “You con eot this first. Woit ot the dining tobleoutside.”

The womon nuzzled his bock before onswering, “Okoy!”

She then went to do os he soid, but before she could leove, Potrick suddenly turned oround ond kissedher cheek.

“Good morning, Bobe!”