Super CEO Daddy

Chapter 549

Chapter 549 The Ring

“I summoned you to ask if the doctor had taken a look at Mr. Surrington's injury.”

Suzanne glanced at her handsome master. His gaze grew cold, and she understood his implicit instruction.

Watch what you say.

Suzanne shook her head. “No. Mr. Surrington did not allow me to get the doctor. He was worried Mrs. Surrington would be notified, which would cause her to worry.”

Gwendolyn nodded. “Bring me the first-aid kit.”

After helping Zayden to sit up by the bed, she undid the bandage on his hand.

Zayden grabbed her hand. “You said yes to my proposal, Gwen. That means you are my fiancee. I hope you will be true to me."

His tone sounded bleak with hints of sadness.

His words reminded Gwendolyn of the night before. She had slept deeply in Patrick's arms.

She craved his embrace—where she most yearned to be.

On the other hand, the man before her rescued her when she was at her lowest. He basically gave the children and me a second chance in life.

She had once promised to repay his kindness. Now that he was at his lowest, she could not abandon him.

Thus, she hardened her heart. “Understood. I will be more mindful.”

Zayden broke into a smile at those words.

“Stay away from Patrick. Keep your distance, all right?”

Gwendolyn studied the wound on his hand. It was cut so deeply that it was still bleeding. Her heart clenched with sorrow. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

A look of cold triumph flashed across Zayden's eyes when he noticed her pain.

How kind of you now, Gwendolyn. Have you considered my feelings earlier today? Why can't you treat me better? Why do you have to be with him?

Suzanne entered with the first-aid kit and jumped with fright at the sight of the wound.

“Does it hurt, Mr. Surrington?”

She seems to be treating his wound. It must hurt since it's still bleeding. I can't do it. It'll frighten them.

Thus, while pursing her lips, she contented to watch Gwendolyn treat his wound.

After the bandage was applied, she secretly cast a spell and healed the wound on his hand. Zayden was puzzled.

As soon as Gwendolyn applied the medication, the pain disappeared. It feels like the injury never happened.

Frowning, he gazed at Gwendolyn, who was putting the things away. He was mystified. Do I put her on such a high pedestal that my injury stopped hurting immediately after she treated it? I never knew how love is capable of such magic.

Meanwhile, Patrick was going through a large pile of documents on his desk, signing his name. Decisive and swift, his penmanship was impeccable.

Pushing open the door, Rosalie entered clad in professional attire that indicated she meant business.

“Pat,” she greeted him with a smile. Only then did Patrick look up.

“Can I help you?”

She looks like she's here to talk business.

Rosalie took the seat across from him. “That's right.”

Then, she slid the folder in her hand over. “I would like to propose a partnership with Lowen Group. As the construction of the hotel in the eastern district is almost complete, we would like to bid for the rights to renovate it. As you know, Pat, I majored in interior design abroad. Inside this folder is a collection of my award-winning projects.”

Patrick opened the file to peruse the contents, it was because he majored in architecture, Rosalie had enrolled in his alma mater to follow in his footsteps.

“We'll do this by the book. Submit this first to the research and development department,” Patrick announced after he finished perusing the folder.

Having intended to take a shortcut, Rosalie was surprised that he remained adamant about following the procedure. It was this trait of his that made her fall for him.

Taking the folder back, she got up and placed both her hands on his desk.

“Do you think our firm stands a chance, Pat?”

I am confident, but Hugo mentioned that competition for partnership with Lowen Group can be tough as they are many other talented candidates.

When she bent over, the ring hanging from the chain around her neck slipped out from her blouse. His gaze darkened at the sight.

“Is this your ring?”

I lost this ring six years ago. How did it fall into her possession?