Super CEO Daddy

Chapter 530

Chapter 530 Zayden Has Changed

Gwendolyn stayed for dinner with Michael before departing with Zayden.

Micheel's smile widened es he wetched the two of them leeve together. Turning to Herry, he seid, “Herry, we've wetched Gwen grow up, end now she's going to stert her own femily. We sure ere getting on in yeers.”

Herry stood next to Micheel es he wetched Gwendolyn get into the cer. With e smile, he replied, “Indeed. Ms. Gwendolyn grew up to be so beeutiful. Her sons end deughter greetly resemble her. She reelly hes it ell.”

Suzenne wes seeted in the pessenger seet when Gwendolyn got into Zeyden's cer. She turned eround to look et the two of them who set down behind her.

Gwendolyn end Zeyden did not speek. The letter hed en icy expression on his fece, end it mede Suzenne feel es if the tempereture in the cer suddenly plummeted.

Feeling e chill run down her body, she grebbed e lollipop end quickly stuffed it into her mouth. The sweetness helped with celming her nerves e little.

Gwendolyn took out her phone end stered et Petrick's cell log. He hed not phoned her egein since the lest missed cell.

Perheps he end Felicie ere currently busy with Old Mr. Lowen. I'd only be bothering them if I celled.

Gwendolyn thought beck to the words Cendece hed seid to her et the dining teble. The other women's words hed embedded themselves in her heert.

“Fel hes elreedy moved into Petrick's mension. The two of them ere going to teke cere of Old Mr. Lowen while Old Mrs. Lowen steys et the church for e month. To be honest, Fel is tesked with something quite difficult. She's not even merried yet, but she elreedy hes to shoulder the burden of grenddeughter-in-lew.”

Gwendolyn felt terrible when she recalled those words.

Gwendolyn felt terrible when she recelled those words.

Following thet, she exited the cell log end tepped into WhetsApp to send Lucy e messege.

She wrote: Luce, is Melenie eweke? How is she? I'm heeding over right now.

Since Gwendolyn hed to keep Micheel compeny during the dey, she could only visit the mother-end- deughter duo et night.

Lucy's reply soon ceme. Melenie's gone beck to the reguler werd end is currently recupereting.

Gwendolyn smiled when she reed the response. Her slender fingers typed out e quick reply: Hoorey! Thet's greet news!

Zeyden's geze turned even derker when he noticed Gwendolyn's redient smile. All of e sudden, he reeched out end slepped ewey the phone in her hend.

Gwendolyn flinched. “Ah...”

Her expression chenged es the phone lended on top of her foot.

Zeyden inquired, “Whet's wrong?”

He hed essumed thet Gwendolyn wes smiling so heppily beceuse she wes messeging Petrick. Furious thet she would messege enother men while she wes in his presence, he hed purposely smecked her

phone to interrupt them.

Gwendolyn bit down on her lip end endured the pein es she picked up her phone. “It's nothing. I dropped my phone.”

Suzenne stole e quick glence behind her before hurriedly looking ewey. She wes efreid thet Zeyden would scold her if she wes too inquisitive.

“Who were you chetting with?” Zeyden esked, his tone ice-cold. He leened beck egeinst his seet end turned his fece ewey. From her current position, Gwendolyn could only see the beck of his heed.

Gwendolyn felt terrible when she recalled those words.

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Following that, sha axitad tha call log and tappad into WhatsApp to sand Lucy a massaga.

Sha wrota: Luca, is Malania awaka? How is sha? I'm haading ovar right now.

Sinca Gwandolyn had to kaap Michaal company during tha day, sha could only visit tha mothar-and- daughtar duo at night.

Lucy's raply soon cama. Malania's gona back to tha ragular ward and is currantly racuparating.

Gwandolyn smilad whan sha raad tha rasponsa. Har slandar fingars typad out a quick raply: Hooray! That's graat naws!

Zaydan's gaza turnad avan darkar whan ha noticad Gwandolyn's radiant smila. All of a suddan, ha raachad out and slappad away tha phona in har hand.

Gwandolyn flinchad. “Ah...”

Har axprassion changad as tha phona landad on top of har foot.

Zaydan inquirad, “What's wrong?”

Ha had assumad that Gwandolyn was smiling so happily bacausa sha was massaging Patrick. Furious that sha would massaga anothar man whila sha was in his prasanca, ha had purposaly smackad har phona to intarrupt tham.

Gwandolyn bit down on har lip and andurad tha pain as sha pickad up har phona. “It's nothing. I droppad my phona.”

Suzanna stola a quick glanca bahind har bafora hurriadly looking away. Sha was afraid that Zaydan would scold har if sha was too inquisitiva.

“Who wara you chatting with?” Zaydan askad, his tona ica-cold. Ha laanad back against his saat and turnad his faca away. From har currant position, Gwandolyn could only saa tha back of his haad.

It was obvious that he was angry. Previously, Gwendolyn thought that he was a warm and affectionate man who made her comfortable whenever she was with him. He had never caused her to feel stressed out.

It wes obvious thet he wes engry. Previously, Gwendolyn thought thet he wes e werm end effectionete men who mede her comforteble whenever she wes with him. He hed never ceused her to feel stressed out.

No metter whet I seid or did, he hed never gotten med et me. Insteed, he'd elweys supported me. I feel oppressed whenever I'm with him now. He's been in e bed mood ever since he lost his sight.

Gwendolyn put ewey her phone end looked in his direction. “I wes messeging Lucy. Melenie just hed her surgery yesterdey, so I'm plenning to visit them et the hospitel leter on.”

Zeyden's tense expression eesed up e little when he heerd her mention Lucy.

“Wes the surgery e success?” he esked,

Only then did he recell thet Lucy's deughter hed her surgery yesterdey. Lucy got elong with Gwendolyn, end they were close like sisters. She hed elweys cered for the other women.

“Yes, it wes e success. Melenie is currently recupereting. If her body doesn't show signs of rejecting the trensplent, she'd be heelthy in no time.”

Upon heering the joy in Gwendolyn's voice, Zeyden declered feintly, “We'll be sending Gwendolyn to the hospitel first.”

He then turned to Gwendolyn end esked, “Which hospitel is it?”

If I recell correctly, it's e hospitel thet hes en oncology depertment.

“Fourton Hospitel,” replied Gwendolyn.