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Gwendolyn didn't want to trouble him, so she said that to dissipate the awkward atmosphere.
Patrick gripped his phone tightly when he heard that. This woman is heartless. Even though she doesn't know I'm Juliette's father
and sees me as an outsider, I've been looking after Juliette for such a long time. How could she chase me away?
Patrick's constant stare made Gwendolyn feel uncomfortable.
Hence, she tried to recall something. Before I came here, I deliberately put on a loose coat and long sleeves to conceal the
injuries on my body. He can't possibly see them.
Thinking that she had something on her face, she held her hand over her face and asked, “D-Do I have something on my face?”
Evidently, his gaze was scaring her.
Patrick flashed a cold smile and replied, “It's late, Ms. Ashton. Are you chasing me away? What if I fall asleep on the wheels and
get into an accident? If that happens, are you willing to shoulder the blame?”
Gwendolyn froze momentarily. Doesn't he have a driver?
“Considering the time, do you think my driver is still waiting for me downstairs?” he asked.
Gwendolyn was startled. Can he read my mind or something?
She no longer dared to let her thoughts run wild. Thus, she said, “Mr. Lowen, don't you have a private room in the hospital? Why
don't you rest there? I already feel bad enough for putting you through so much trouble.”
With that, she wanted to grab Juliette. However, Patrick grabbed her arm and said coldly, “You'll wake her up.”
He was holding onto her injury, and Gwendolyn inhaled sharply due to the pain. She had to bite her lower lip to prevent herself
from making a noise.

Although Gwendolyn did well to conceal it, Patrick saw right through her expression.
After all, he knew her like the back of his hand.
Patrick gently placed Juliette on the bed, but as soon as he did that, Juliette woke up.
“Mommy...” Juliette murmured in a hoarse and teary voice.
Patrick patted her lightly and comforted her, saying, “Don't be scared. Your mommy's here.”
Juliette felt a lot more at ease when she saw Gwendolyn.
“Mommy, I feel horrible!” Juliette grumbled.
When Juliette complained about how she felt, Gwendolyn sat by the bed and uttered, “Sweetheart, calm down. The doctor says
you're okay.”
With that, Gwendolyn touched Juliette's forehead and noticed the latter's temperature had dropped.
“Sleep a while more, Sweetheart. You'll recover by tomorrow,” Gwendolyn reassured her daughter affectionately.
When Gwendolyn did that, she appeared warm and loving.
As the scene unfolded before him, Patrick's gaze was filled with a sense of warmth. As expected, she's the warmest and most
tender in front of the kids.
Suddenly, Juliette uttered, “Mommy, get into the bed and sleep with me.”
“Sure!” Gwendolyn nodded, removed her shoes, and climbed into the bed endearingly.
When Patrick saw that, he couldn't help recalling how she was when she was in bed with him. She would flip over and let me
have rough sex with her. At times, she would get scared and beg me to go slower.

Patrick's eyes became darker when he thought of that. We were in an intimate relationship, but she ended up marrying another
man behind my back.
With that in mind, he clenched his fists and was about to leave.
Moments prior, she tried chasing him away, and that ended up hurting his pride. Hence, he decided to leave there and then.
The moment he wanted to walk off, Juliette's sweet voice rang out.
“Don't go, Mr. Lowen. Would you also sleep with me?” Juliette asked.
The IV drip attached to the back of her palm was hurting, so she wanted Patrick to keep her company and ease her pain.
Those words stunned Gwendolyn and Patrick.
In response, Gwendolyn pursed her lips and held Juliette tightly under the blanket to get the latter to stop talking.
Juliette didn't know what was going on, so she grumbled, “Mommy, why are you squeezing me? You're hurting me!”
Juliette was on the verge of crying when she said that.
Frustrated, Gwendolyn responded, “I wasn't squeezing you.”
In the next moment, Patrick sat on the bed and said, “All right. I'll sleep with you.”