Super CEO Daddy

Chapter 283

Patrick nodded lightly when he saw how thrilled she was.

“It's Kevin's birthday today. He loves these things.”

Gwendolyn looked at everything the man had prepared for her. Then, she walked up to him, hugged one of his arms, and rested her head on his shoulder.

“Where were you earlier, Mr. Lowen? You seemed so busy today.”

Patrick stretched out his long arm, pulled her into his embrace, and hugged her tightly.

“Yeah. I was a little busy today. What's the matter? Did you miss me?” he asked while guiding her to the couch.

After taking a seat, he pulled her to sit on his lap.

Gwendolyn wrapped her arms around his neck as she admired his handsome face. He's so good- looking! I love it! I don't think there's any woman in this world who won't fall for him! How can he look so attractive?

She didn't answer him directly. Instead, she buried her face in his chest, recalling Angeline's words.

While leaning against him right now, she felt it was a blissful thing to be able to be with him.

Nevertheless, she couldn't help wondering if they could really have a future.

She didn't dare to think too far ahead. All she wanted to do was to cherish the present.

Patrick smelled the sweet fragrance on her as he tapped her lips gently with his long finger.

“What perfume do you wear?”

It smelled really good. Additionally, it was similar to the one that his dream girl had. Since he couldn't find her, he regarded Gwendolyn as that woman. In a way, he placed his hopes on Gwendolyn.

Gwendolyn widened her eyes in surprise for a moment. She hadn't worn any perfume since discovering her pregnancy as it wasn't good for children's sense of smell.

She lowered her gaze as she smiled. Her thick and curled eyelashes cast a shadow under her eyes.

“I don't use perfumes. Maybe my clothes have got remnants of the kids' scent.”

She washed her clothes with her three children's clothes, so their sweet and milky scent might've gotten onto her clothes. This was something she had found out some time ago.

There was a difference in her clothes' smell when she washed them separately and when she washed them together with her children's clothes.

A hint of amusement flashed in the man's eyes when he heard that.

“It smells good.”

With that, his lips went for her neck as he closed his eyes and took a deep whiff. Then, he kissed her bare skin. Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

Gwendolyn's whole body went numb. She was caught between pushing him away and not wanting him to stop. It was an odd feeling.

His lips continued making a trail as he moved downward. She only regained her senses when he undid half of her blouse's buttons.

She pulled on his ear. “Patrick, I... You should stop.”

Patrick only stopped when he heard her mellow voice. However, he felt very uncomfortable because the state of a particular organ of his had already stiffened.

He stared at her intently. “Gwen, help me.”

With that, he guided her to his lounge. She had no clue what he meant until he taught her the skills.

Once she finished helping him, her face was completely flushed, and her right hand felt as if it had been broken.

A smile appeared on his face as he leaned closer to her and kissed her lips.

“Thank you, Sweetheart!”

Next, he went into the bathroom while Gwendolyn rolled on the bed.

Why did I do that kind of thing for him? Why am I even so excited that he thanked me? I can't believe I even wanted to tell him I'll help him again next time.

She lifted her hands to cover her warm face.

Although she was slightly at a loss, she still got up and tidied her clothes before glancing down.

She took a deep breath. Ahh! There must've been a mark where he bit me earlier. I hope it'll disappear soon, or I can't wear that beautiful gown anymore.

When she left the lounge, the office outside looked the same as it was. No one had entered the room.

As such, she walked back to her desk and started working.

Not long after, Patrick exited the bathroom, looking handsome and well-dressed as usual.

He sat in front of his desk and looked in Gwendolyn's direction, noticing that she was burying herself in work. It was evident that she was embarrassed, thus not meeting his eyes.

Patrick's gaze on her became even more intense. As he had expected, the feeling of a woman's hand was different from his own.