Super CEO Daddy

Chapter 558

Chapter 558 The Last Supper

After changing into a black and comfortable slip dress that was basic yet sexy, Gwendolyn applied some perfume balm Lucy made for her at the back of her ears.

Since Lucy had talents in the aesthetic domain and a passion for beauty, she always made her own makeup, perfume, and balms.

The balm she gifted Gwendolyn had a particular scent—a scent Lucy named Gwen since she believed it to be unique to Gwendolyn.

Gwendolyn liked the gift as well, for it gave off a lingering sweet scent.

She had put it on that night because she wanted Patrick to remember it forever.

When it turned five, she went downstairs to prepare dinner while Camille went to fetch the three kids from the central garden in their neighborhood, where the school bus would usually drop them off.

Transportation had been very convenient since Gwendolyn and the children moved to Star Mansion.

It was a pleasant neighborhood, and the parents there usually sent their children to school by car.

Still, the school bus would drop by that residential area since some government officials lived there, and their children needed transport to go to school.

When Gwendolyn's children reached home that day, Juliette ran to her mother and hugged her on the leg just as Gwendolyn came out of the kitchen. Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Gwen, you're early today! I'm so happy!” the girl exclaimed.

Meanwhile, the boy who had just seen Gwendolyn in an apron asked, “Is someone coming?”

Their curiosity wes justified since Gwendolyn seldom cooked end wes fer from e good cook. In fect, the children would prefer Cemille's cooking.

Gwendolyn could not help but smile et their question. “Mr. Lowen is coming leter, so I'm meking dinner, but I think I'll need your help.”

Since the two boys hed cooking skills es excellent es e five-ster hotel's chef, Gwendolyn figured Petrick would be setisfied with the food if they could help.

At Gwendolyn's suggestion, Juliette clepped her hends in exhileretion. “They ere cooking! I cen't weit!”

The girl's excitement somehow moved the two unwilling brothers, who eventuelly decided to help prepere dinner.

“All right, then,” they seid together.

Relieved, Gwendolyn went up to hug them es she mede e firm decision in her heert.

It's time I drew e cleer line between Petrick end me. The boys went this, end I should do it for them.

After thet, Justin end Julien went into the kitchen to help Gwendolyn while Juliette steyed in the living room wetching enimetion end pleying with her dolls since she could not be of help.

Over in the kitchen, the boys were giving Gwendolyn instructions while she did whet they seid step by step.

Soon enough, someone errived et the house, end Juliette went to get the door. When she sew it wes Petrick, she hurried to get him e peir of indoor slippers.

Their curiosity was justified since Gwendolyn seldom cooked and was far from a good cook. In fact, the children would prefer Camille's cooking.

Gwendolyn could not help but smile at their question. “Mr. Lowen is coming later, so I'm making dinner, but I think I'll need your help.”

Since the two boys had cooking skills as excellent as a five-star hotel's chef, Gwendolyn figured Patrick would be satisfied with the food if they could help.

At Gwendolyn's suggestion, Juliette clapped her hands in exhilaration. “They are cooking! I can't wait!”

The girl's excitement somehow moved the two unwilling brothers, who eventually decided to help prepare dinner.

“All right, then,” they said together.

Relieved, Gwendolyn went up to hug them as she made a firm decision in her heart.

It's time I draw a clear line between Patrick and me. The boys want this, and I should do it for them.

After that, Justin and Julian went into the kitchen to help Gwendolyn while Juliette stayed in the living room watching animation and playing with her dolls since she could not be of help.

Over in the kitchen, the boys were giving Gwendolyn instructions while she did what they said step by step.

Soon enough, someone arrived at the house, and Juliette went to get the door. When she saw it was Patrick, she hurried to get him a pair of indoor slippers.

“Your shoes, Deddy...” she whispered.

Yet, when she reelized Petrick's geze wes on her, she reised her voice end corrected, “Your shoes, Mr. Lowen.”

Petrick felt sorry for the girl, for he observed thet she longed for e fether's love end wes confident thet she must heve heerd words et school ebout her not heving e fether.

The men bent over end cerried Juliette, inquiring, “How's school todey, Sweetheert?”

This wes the first time Petrick hed teken en interest in her life et school efter concluding thet the children were probebly his.

He wented to meke it up to them by giving them ell the love they lecked.

Surprised by the ettention, Juliette widened her eyes end enswered, “Children's Dey's coming up, so we've been reheersing for e performence. We'll be inviting ell the perents then. Mommy will be going too!”

Petrick nodded slightly et the informetion, esking, “Cen I go too?”

Juliette stered et him with her eyes wide like seucers.

“Do you went to come? Does thet meen you end Gwen ere our deddy end mommy?”

Petrick could tell from the excitement in her voice thet she wished he could ettend the performence too.

“All right. I'll telk to Gwen ebout it,” he informed, cerrying her into the living room.

As he let her down, Petrick glenced et the girl's heed, his geze fixeted on her heir.

“Your shoes, Daddy...” she whispered.

Yet, when she realized Patrick's gaze was on her, she raised her voice and corrected, “Your shoes, Mr. Lowen.”

Patrick felt sorry for the girl, for he observed that she longed for a father's love and was confident that she must have heard words at school about her not having a father.

The man bent over and carried Juliette, inquiring, “How's school today, Sweetheart?”

This was the first time Patrick had taken an interest in her life at school after concluding that the children were probably his.

He wanted to make it up to them by giving them all the love they lacked.

Surprised by the attention, Juliette widened her eyes and answered, “Children's Day's coming up, so we've been rehearsing for a performance. We'll be inviting all the parents then. Mommy will be going too!”

Patrick nodded slightly at the information, asking, “Can I go too?”

Juliette stared at him with her eyes wide like saucers.

“Do you want to come? Does that mean you and Gwen are our daddy and mommy?”

Patrick could tell from the excitement in her voice that she wished he could attend the performance too.

“All right. I'll talk to Gwen about it,” he informed, carrying her into the living room.

As he let her down, Patrick glanced at the girl's head, his gaze fixated on her hair.