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Gwendolyn's hands paused midair. As his driver had left, she had no choice but to send him home.
Alas, her car was parked at the hospital. She hadn't driven it back.
Gwendolyn took one look at the clock hastily. It was still early, so she could get a cab.
Before she could call for a cab using her phone, Camille gave her a push.
“Gwen, we only have strong liquor at home with high alcoholic content. I normally use it in cooking. Why don't you take care of
Mr. Lowen tonight? You don't want something to happen to him, do you?”
Patrick's lips quirked up slightly when he heard Camille's words.
I like this housekeeper. Tomorrow, I shall give her a handsome reward.
Gwendolyn was easily persuaded. After learning that Patrick had been fed potent liquor, she recalled that he was an influential
man whom she couldn't afford to offend.
Patrick lived in Star Mansion alone. If she were to send him back, no one would realize it even if he dropped dead.
His housekeeper would only discover his dead body the next day.
As it was her sons' doing, she knew she was responsible for him.
“Ms. Ziegler, please help him to my room. I'll take care of him tonight.”
At once, Camille helped her to bring the tall man upstairs. They heaved a sigh of relief after placing him on the bed.
Gwendolyn nearly fell to her knees in exhaustion. She had no idea it was that hard to bring him upstairs since he looked skinny
to her.

She felt as though the half of her body that he had leaned on was about to disintegrate into pieces.
Even Camille was panting from the exertion. “Gwen, I'll put the kids to sleep now. Take care of him.”
After casting a glance at the man on the bed, Gwendolyn grabbed Camille's arm. She had no experience taking care of drunk
men.
“Ms. Ziegler, what should I do?”
She was afraid that something would happen to him with her lack of experience.
Camille chuckled. “Take his clothes off and wipe his body clean. If he pukes, clean it up. If he sleeps without puking, you'll have
to periodically check if he's still breathing.”
As Camille had experience taking care of drunk people, she proceeded to explain everything to Gwendolyn.
Gwendolyn bobbed her head. “All right. I got it.”
He'll be all right as long as he remains breathing. Ugh, the kids love courting trouble! She huffed silently.
After shutting the door, Gwendolyn shifted Patrick's legs onto the bed. She then removed his shoes and his clothes.
When her hands reached the buttons of his shirt, she felt as though she was about to faint anytime.
His muscles were too defined, so she couldn't stop herself from gulping at the alluring sight.
“Gwendolyn Ashton, get your mind out of the gutter. He's drunk, so stop staring at him!” she warned herself.
Patrick might be drunk, but he wasn't unconscious and heard her words clearly.
The corner of his lips twitched as he tugged at his pants.

“I don't want pants. They are uncomfortable.”
He seemed to be mumbling to himself. Gwendolyn glanced at his pants and agreed that wearing pants in bed was
uncomfortable.
Moreover, Patrick was wearing tailored trousers that clung to his slender legs. She could imagine how uncomfortable that would
be.
Biting her lip, Gwendolyn peeked at him. The man was attractive with his defined cheekbones that led down toward a flinty jaw.
She couldn't find any flaw in his features.
He could pass off as a perfect sculpture with his gorgeous looks.
After a brief struggle, Gwendolyn managed to remove his shirt. The sight of his naked torso was too much to bear.
She averted her gaze and rested his head on a pillow before reaching toward his crotch.
A flush crept up her cheeks in embarrassment.
Shutting her eyes, she reached for his nether regions. She didn't forget to brush her fingers across his abdominal muscles. When
her fingers landed on his belt, a large hand suddenly pinned her fingers down.