Super CEO Daddy

Chapter 454

At that moment, Tiffany walked over. She had consumed a considerable amount of alcohol, so her stomach was not feeling well. She grabbed some food and sat beside Linette.

“Where did Gwen go?”

Sophia's plan couldn't be fully realized this time, but it's still a good thing for Gwen and Sophie to meet with one another.

Linette wanted to tell Tiffany that Gwendolyn had gone on a date, not to mention with Patrick.

However, she was afraid to come clean when she was reminded of Gwendolyn's reminder before the latter left.

“She was here a few moments ago. Perhaps she got tired and went back first.”

“She went back?” Tonight is such an excellent opportunity for her to widen her social circle. She will have a bright future ahead of her if she chooses to follow this path.

Meanwhile, Gwendolyn was led out of the banquet hall by Patrick. A Lincoln limousine was parked at the entrance, and a housekeeper helped them open the car door. “This way, Mr. Lowen.”

Patrick helped Gwendolyn to get into the vehicle first before entering the car.

The interior of the vehicle was spacious, equipped with a wine cabinet, and loaded with all kinds of food.

She leaned against his shoulder and looked at her shoes. She had to maintain an elegant posture while standing and walking around that day wearing a pair of ten-centimeter-tall high heels.

Her feet were sore at that moment. She shut her eyes and asked, “Where are we going now, Mr. Lowen?”

Gwendolyn would remember everything that happened that night for the rest of her life because it was like a beautiful dream come true. NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

He turned his head sideways to gaze at her and curved his lips into a faint smile.

“I'm bringing you out to the ocean to watch the sunrise.”

She was invigorated after listening to that.

“Are we going now?” I've never sailed out to the sea at night. Even the thought of getting to enjoy this experience feels great.

He tapped her nose and said, “We'll sleep on the cruise ship tonight so that we can watch the sunrise tomorrow morning.”

Gwendolyn blushed slightly at the mention of spending the night together.

She shook her head. “Let's not sleep. We'll sit on the deck and gaze at the stars.”

The car came to a halt at that moment. After the housekeeper opened the door for them, Patrick got out of the car first. He grabbed Gwendolyn's hand and carefully helped her alight from the car.

They arrived at a seaside mansion. “Let's change our clothes here.”

He figured her legs must be sore from wearing such tall high heels.

The design of the mansion interior was similar to a luxurious vacation house, so Gwendolyn thought it would be quite pleasurable even if they didn't sail out to the sea and stayed inside the mansion to watch the sunrise.

Patrick led her to the second floor. New clothes for both genders, with price tags still attached, were hung inside the wardrobe in the bedroom.

While selecting her outfit, she asked, “This hotel even provides clothes for us? Their service is superb.” All the garments are new, not to mention they are this season's latest edition products.

Patrick took out a sky-blue shirt and shorts. The casual outfit was very suitable to be worn on a holiday.

Gwendolyn chose a white dress with spaghetti straps and a straw hat.

Noticing the hat, he reached out to pat her head. “Does it still hurt?”

She looked up, beamed at him, and raised her hand to hit him.

“Patrick, I lost my temper and rolled down the stairs because of you and Felicia. Fortunately, I didn't die. Otherwise, you two would've gotten your way,” she said jokingly.

She trusted him, so he was willing to believe everything he said.

Besides, she was very familiar with Felicia's character. She was confident Felicia must've offered herself to him on her own accord.

Patrick took off the hat and looked at her head, which was still covered in bandages. His eyes turned pensive as he lowered his head to kiss her wound.

“I'm sorry. I'll never let you leave in tears again.”

Patrick grew more determined to remove the bullet in his head. His resolution did not stem only from his wish to survive, but he also wanted to have the energy to chase after Gwendolyn when she was mad.

Gwendolyn's heart shuddered, and tears uncontrollably brimmed in her eyes.

“Y-You're such a jerk, Patrick. I should be harsher toward you, but now that you're behaving in this manner, I can't stay mad at you anymore. Even my wound no longer hurts.”