Perfect CEO

Chapter 90

The moment Patrick left, Felicia crossed her arms and sneered, “Don't you think it's shameless that a secretary like you is staying in your employer's home to have a meal, Gwendolyn?”

Her holier-than-thou attitude was accompanied by a prideful lift of her chin.

Gwendolyn was indifferent to that comment and continued to drink her coffee. “The coffee that Mr. Lowen personally poured for me tastes good.”

If I told you I kissed your man earlier, I bet you'd be super pissed off! But, I'm not going to say it to your face. After all, I'm not Candace, and I don't want to come off as a mistress. I'm not that kind of person.

Thinking of that, Gwendolyn pursed her lips.

Her words struck Felicia where it hurt the most. After all, Patrick did personally pour a cup of coffee for Gwendolyn and not for her.

She stared at Gwendolyn furiously and silently.

Inside the bedroom, Hector had indeed pissed himself. So, the housekeeper and nurse helped him to change his pants.

Alice was sitting at the side and thinking about how cute Gwendolyn looked when she spoke to her.

Patrick grinned when he entered the bedroom. “So, you did piss yourself, Grandpa?”

That caused Hector to stare wide-eyed at his grandson as his expression soured a little.

Some words were barely able to be squeezed out of his mouth. “Great... grand... child...”

He then proceeded to wave his arm in an anxious manner.

Patrick and Alice exchanged a look. It would appear that the old man was urging his grandson to give him a great-grandchild as soon as he could.

The young man's eyebrows were furrowed even tighter as his grandfather reminded him of that.

Having a child with a woman he didn't like was the last thing he wanted, but telling his grandfather that would only infuriate the old man. If Hector had insomnia or died from the anger that he caused, he would be considered an unfilial grandson. Therefore, he was in a dilemma.

Alice was worried Patrick would say something that would piss her husband off, so she spoke first. “Pat knows that. He'll give you a great-grandchild after he's married.”

Hector began acting out strangely when he heard that. He began to push everything on the bedside table away.

“Don't throw a temper tantrum. I'll keep an eye on your grandson and urge him to have a child soon,” she said as she pointed.

Patrick felt like he shouldn't have stepped into the room and caused his grandfather to get so agitated. It wasn't great for the old man's health. “I'll be leaving now, Grandma. I'll be back in a few days to check on Grandpa.”

Alice knew her grandchild was in a bit of a pickle because he liked Gwendolyn while her husband wanted him to marry the daughter of the Ashton family.

Hector was a stubborn man, so it was the right choice for Patrick to leave first to prevent the old man from getting too angry.

It was a shame that the celebration that was supposed to happen wasn't going to happen.

After Patrick walked out of the bedroom with both his hands in his pockets, he said lazily, “The chauffeur is waiting outside for you, Felicia. He'll take you home.”

Felicia stood up swiftly. “Aren't we going to have dinner? Was it called off?” All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

She hadn't even gotten the chance to speak with Hector.

Patrick coldly declared, “I'm not going to repeat myself.”

Felicia bit her lip and grabbed her bag. It was the latest limited-edition bag. Leaving was the last thing she wanted, but she couldn't go against his words.

So, she left obediently.

Once she was gone, Patrick approached Gwendolyn, held her hand, and kissed her.

Gwendolyn pulled her hand back. “What's wrong with you, Patrick?”

Her eyebrows furrowed. Why does he keep trying to kiss me? I already said I don't want to be a

mistress. Is he deaf?

He pulled her along. “Come on. If my Grandpa sees me again, he'll get pissed off.”

She allowed him to pull her as she stumbled outside of the building. He was much taller than her, so she needed to step forward twice for every step he took.

Once he stuffed her into the car, he went in as well and instructed the chauffeur, “Head to Snowy Lane.”