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Gwendolyn had already fallen asleep and was not pleased to be disturbed. She raised her hand and hit Patrick a few times.
Then she turned sideways, and her breathing became even.
Furrowing his brows, the man uttered, “Gwendolyn, wake up...”
He lowered his head and looked at himself.
I'm already in this state, and she's asleep? Is she trying to prank me? Patrick's face darkened at the thought.
Suddenly, he glanced at her chest and smiled wickedly.
“Gwendolyn, you asked for it.”
The next day, Gwendolyn woke up to find herself in a foreign bed. Startled, she sat up and let out a scream.
“Ah!”
I shouldn't have drunk last night. What happened?
She raised her hand and patted herself on the head, but she could remember nothing. The room looked very familiar to her,
though. As she seemed to remember, her eyes lit up.
“This is Patrick's room.”
Gwendolyn hurriedly pulled up the covers and peered inside. She found herself in her pajamas, and her body did not seem to
have any marks.
Therefore, she heaved a sigh of relief. I must have been drunk last night, so Patrick brought me back here. Wait, did he change
these pajamas for me? Did he see my body?
Her face flushed at the thought. “What a pervert,” she cursed.

Gwendolyn got up from the bed and looked for her clothes. When she found her clothes were neatly folded right next to the bed,
she smiled.
It seems that Mr. Lowen likes to keep things organized.
Gwendolyn changed into her own clothes and felt a slight discomfort in her chest. When she looked at her chest, it was all red.
Am I allergic to alcohol? I usually had no symptoms of alcohol allergy, though.
Though puzzled, she felt the pain bearable, so she brushed it off. Then she went to the bathroom to wash up. When she went
downstairs, she saw Patrick sitting in the dining room eating breakfast.
She greeted him a little awkwardly, “Good morning, Mr. Lowen!”
Since she had occupied his bed, she felt a bit embarrassed.
Upon seeing her, Patrick thought of what had happened last night. He had not released himself for a long time, so he was
refreshed today.
“Good morning!” he replied in a light-hearted tone.
Gwendolyn sat down next to him and looked at her breakfast.
“Mr. Lowen, is that my breakfast?”
I'm starving, but why though? It's not like I did anything last night.
“Drink the hangover remedy first,” the man stated.
Right then, the housekeeper came out of the kitchen and greeted Gwendolyn with a smile,” “Ms. Ashton, good morning!”

Gwendolyn nodded slightly. I see. His mansion has a housekeeper. She probably comes here in the morning to prepare
breakfast and do a little cleaning. She might not come here at night.
As Gwendolyn watched the housekeeper do her thing, she suddenly asked, “Mr. Lowen, do you know what the symptoms of
alcohol allergy are?”
After getting dressed, she felt a tingling pain in her chest and felt a little uncomfortable.
Patrick sipped his coffee, and his expression darkened.
“You're allergic to alcohol?”
Gwendolyn shook her head. “I was not allergic to alcohol before. Maybe it was because I drank a bottle of hard liquor last night. I
rarely drink that type of alcohol. My chest is red and hurts a little, so I think I should be allergic to alcohol.”
At the sight of her confused face, the man almost spat out the coffee he had just drunk. She really doesn't know what happened
last night, does she?
With a smirk, he responded, “That sounds like the symptoms of an allergy. I'll ask Liam to buy some ointment. Apply some when
you're in the company, and you should be fine.”