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That very night, Gwendolyn was plagued with a dream. She dreamed that she fell into the water and had difficulty breathing. It
was a horrible feeling.
Anyway, she didn't get to sleep well and woke up the next day feeling exhausted.
She opened her eyes and was greeted by a handsome face that was mere inches away from her. The owner of the face was
sleeping soundly, and his thick and beautiful lashes cast a shadow beneath his eyes.
It gave his eyes an extra touch of mystery.
Gwendolyn gazed at him silently, for he looked dashing when he was asleep.
What a hunk. I never knew that men could look as gorgeous as a painting when they are asleep. Women are sleeping beauties,
but he looks like he belongs in a gorgeous landscape painting. He looks as strapping and tall as a mountain.
It took a few moments before Gwendolyn regained her senses.
She shook her head and chided herself for being mesmerized by him. What a strange feeling.
Sensing her movement, the man tightened his arms, and Gwendolyn was crushed against his chest as her lips landed on his
cheek.
Patrick opened his eyes and met her misty gaze.
Realizing she had just kissed him, he flashed a rakish smile.
“Did you just kiss me in secret?” he asked.
He sounded so confident, as though she had kissed him for real.
Gwendolyn jolted up and touched her lips subconsciously.

“No, of course not. It was a misunderstanding. Just now...”
Just now, you pulled me into your arms, and I accidentally kissed you. It was an accident.
At the sight of her fear and anxiety, Patrick flashed a wide grin.
What a wicked man! Why am I always captivated by him? He makes me do strange things that are out of my control.
Gwendolyn shook her head to clear her mind.
Patrick furrowed his brows. “What did they give me last night? My head hurts.”
It was then Gwendolyn belatedly recalled that they were in her room. He got drunk last night after drinking the liquor Camille
used for cooking. It was strong, so she decided to take care of him just in case something were to happen to him.
After remembering everything, she glanced at the bed.
When did I get into the bed? I somehow managed to squirm into his arms, too!
Gwendolyn wanted to pass out in embarrassment. Why did I do that? I made my bed on the ground and was prepared to sleep
on the floor. In the end, I crawled back into my bed. How mortifying!
Patrick watched as she stuck her tongue out, shook her head, and scratched it.
Finding her adorable, he tamped down his laughter and asked icily, “Was it fake alcohol?”
Gwendolyn shook her head. “No, it's legit. The liquor was brewed by Ms. Ziegler's relative, so it has more alcohol content than
the usual liquors sold in the market.”
Patrick arched a brow. “Oh. I didn't get to eat dinner last night. Will you provide breakfast?”

Finding him pitiful, Gwendolyn gave him an apologetic smile. “I'm sorry, Patrick. My children are a little mischievous. Please don't
get mad at them. Of course you'll get to eat breakfast. It'll be ready after you wash up.”
She had informed Camille last night to cook more dishes and prepare some oatmeal porridge for Patrick to treat his hangover.
After sitting up, Patrick glanced at himself. He promptly pulled the covers up to cover his body.
“Who took my clothes off?” he demanded.
Gwendolyn could see the fear in his gaze.
Huh? Why would he react this way? Is he worried that I had taken advantage of him?
“It was Ms. Ziegler. Don't worry, she's old enough to be your mother. You don't have to be concerned.”