Super CEO Daddy

Chapter 322

A tint of sorrow emerged on his face as he thought of his eldest daughter.

Felicia knew many of her father's acquaintances had attended Lowen Group's annual dinner. He must have seen the photo of Patrick embracing Gwendolyn too.

Bringing Gwendolyn to the banquet as his female companion was how Patrick announced to the world that she was his woman.

Arriving at that thought, Felicia was disheartened. In her mind, Gwendolyn did not deserve all those honors.

She was nothing but a lowly lady who had given birth to three children out of wedlock. Yet, Patrick treasured her despite all those odious traits.

Seeing Felicia remain silent, Zachary nodded slightly. He understood that the cunning Gwendolyn had stolen his dear daughter's boyfriend by using underhanded means.

“Fel, I'll handle this matter. Don't be sad. There are tons of better men in this world. It doesn't have to be Patrick. He's not worthy.”

Nonetheless, Felicia only longed for Patrick and him alone. She would never want anyone else.

“Dad, I love Patrick. I can't forget about him.”

Right then, she raised her hand to wipe away her tears. Little did Zachary know that she was observing his expression discreetly. Watching him frown in dismay, she was exhilarated deep down.

She had been deliberately maintaining a good relationship with her mother and this man. Hence, she had earned Zachary's fondness.

He sincerely cared for and loved her.

Right now, she merely needed to shed some tears and express her sadness. With that, her father's love for Gwendolyn would be chipped away gradually, and he would grow to despise Gwendolyn more and more.

“Dad, when did Gwen become such an abominable sister? Was it because my mother stole away her mother's man that she wanted to take revenge on me?”

Zachary's expression darkened further as Gwendolyn's mother's image flashed across his mind.

“Your mom's a benevolent lady. Gwendolyn is nothing like her. She must have used some underhanded means. Fel, please don't be sad. I've heard that Old Mr. Lowen has taken a liking to you. You still stand a chance if you really love him.”

Hearing that, Felicia came to a sudden realization.

Now I understand why Patrick faked a marriage with me. It was because of Old Mr. Lowen! That's why I have to put on an act for him every time we go back to the Lowen residence.

Now that she realized where the problem lay, she curved her lips into an ominous smirk uncontrollably.

As long as she buttered Hector up, she would become Mrs. Lowen sooner or later.

“Dad, I understand. I won't cry anymore, and I'll promise to work harder.”

Zachary gazed at her intently. “Good. Get some good rest earlier. Stop overthinking.”

After the annual dinner had come to an end, Patrick was as drunk as a skunk. On the other hand, Gwendolyn did not even take a sip of wine, as no one dared to offer any under Patrick's eyes.

It was her first time experiencing how dream-like it was to be protected by an all-powerful man.

Everyone treated her with respect, taking care of her meticulously. No one would make things hard for her.

Gwendolyn turned her head and gazed at the man to her side. It was dim inside the car, obscuring him with darkness. Thus, she could not see his countenance.

Out of the blue, his large hand reached out to hold her dainty one.

“Gwen...”

He had drunk like a fish earlier because he was over the moon. Lowen Group's performance was outstanding, attaining first place in Avenport yet again.

Unsurprisingly, as the boss, he would be in seventh heaven.

It was a proof of his career accomplishment.

“I'm here.”

Gwendolyn grasped his hand tightly in response. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

“Come to my home tomorrow to celebrate the New Year.”

He wanted to celebrate the festival at her place, but she did not invite him even once. He could not wait anymore, thus taking the initiative.

Gwendolyn smiled and rested her head against his chest.

“Okay, got it. I promised to pay a visit to your house.”

Alice had called her previously, and she had agreed to her request. Now that she could not bear to separate from Patrick, it would be utterly meaningless if she could not spend the New Year with the one she loved the most.

Absence would only make the heart grow fonder.

Patrick chuckled softly. “Gwen, although I can't give you anything right now, I promise to give you all I have in the future.”