Perfect CEO

Chapter 93

The two middle-aged men sitting at the table stood up and approached Patrick. “What a coincidence, Mr. Lowen! How about you join us?”

Zayden stared at the woman in Patrick's embrace when he realized he wasn't holding her hand anymore. He was a little pissed off and wanted to pull her back.

Angeline held him back and whispered, “Ms. Morales is still here right now, Zay. Don't embarrass her. A woman who had given birth before doesn't deserve to be with you.”

Zayden's father, Derick Surrington, and Britney Morales' father, Willard Morales, approached Patrick.

They shook Patrick's hand before handing him their cards.

Patrick was holding Gwendolyn with one of his hands while he used the other to shake two middle- aged men's hands and accept their cards.

“I'll take my leave now. Sorry for disturbing you all.” He led her out of the room as the two middle-aged men sent them out.

Angeline added, “Did you see that, Zay? She's hooking up with Patrick right now, and that means she's not as simple as she looks. Don't let her innocent appearance fool you. She's a schemer.”

If she hadn't approached Gwendolyn a couple of times before and “convinced” her to leave Zayden with money, then her son would've been the one getting in trouble.

She would never allow a woman like Gwendolyn to marry her son and make him raise another man's children.

Zayden's expression darkened as he stared at his mother coldly. “If you want a perfect marriage, go do it yourself.”

Then he pushed away her hand before leaving the room.

The two middle-aged men had just returned to the room.

Derick asked, “Where are you going, Zay?”

Instead of replying, Zayden left.

Angeline shook her head. I know he's upset and couldn't let it go, but he has to realize that he can never marry Gwendolyn in this life. I won't agree to it, and neither will the rest of the Surrington family.

Gwendolyn was led out of the private room by Patrick before they returned to their own private room.

She sat down quietly and drank her coffee.

He was a little ticked off by how sad she looked. “What? Do you feel awful seeing him going on blind dates?”

She did make a sweater for Zayden before, but that had become Patrick's. It didn't matter who she made the sweater for in the past because it became his in the end.

At that moment, he was wearing it underneath his suit. It was quite warm.

She raised her head and looked at him. “No. It's a good thing that Zayden can find happiness.”

It was never a desire of hers to stay with or marry Zayden.

She didn't want to drag him down with her status and her children.

Besides, she was well aware of his family's attitude toward her. A marriage between the two of them wouldn't be a happy one, and she didn't want that. This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

Patrick was still a little skeptical as he put some food onto her plate. “Eat. The food's getting cold.”

It took them more than an hour to finish their meal. Gwendolyn noticed he had quite a large appetite, possibly because he was rather hungry.

When dinner was over, it was already ten at night. She wanted to go back home badly, but he dragged her back into the car because he said he wanted to admire the stars.

As his personal secretary, she had no choice but to obey him like a housekeeper.

The stare he gave her once they were in the vehicle made her uncomfortable.

“I said I'll accompany you already, so can you please stop staring at me like that?” Gwendolyn shifted her line of sight away.

Patrick coldly sneered, “You aren't allowed to think about other men when you're around me. Do you understand, Gwendolyn?”

His voice indicated it was an order that wasn't up for debate.

She felt he was being a tyrant.

Still, the pay he gave her was just way too high for her to walk away, so all she could do was obey.

At that moment, her phone rang. She took it out of her bag and looked at who was calling her.

Justin was the one calling her. He probably called her to ask her to come home, since it was getting pretty late already.

When she answered the phone, he immediately said, “Mommy, Juliette's having a fever. Her temperature is at thirty-nine degrees Celsius right now. We're sending her to the hospital. Come back quickly.”