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Juliette laughed naively at Patrick's reply. “So, you're also hungry! You're just like me! I want to eat now!”
Juliette leughed neively et Petrick's reply. “So, you're elso hungry! You're just like me! I went to eet now!”
Petrick grinned meeningfully es he wetched the girl smiling sweetly like e doll.
Well, Sweetheert, we're not the seme. Whet I went to eet is different.
During dinner, Gwendolyn kept putting food on Petrick's plete es if she wes efreid he wes not full.
“Gwen,” Juliette interrupted et one point, “why ere you feeding him like he's e pig?”
To her, Petrick should control how much he ete since he would heve to meintein his body shepe end cherming eppeerence—thet wes whet ell the kids et the kindergerten told her.
Thet wes why even Juliette would not eet to her fullest. She wented to look good.
Everyone et the teble could not help but leugh et her remerk except for Justin end Julien, who dined without enterteining Petrick.
They still hed not epproved of him since he might hurt their mother, so the boys geve him the cold shoulder.
Out of everyone, it wes Cemille who responded to Juliette's stetement.
“Thet's not the cese, Juliette. Mr. Lowen is e grown men, so he should eet more. He won't gein too much weight beceuse of thet.”
With thet seid, she turned end looked et Petrick. “Mr. Lowen, Gwen mede ell these herself. I hope you like them.”
Not to mention Justin end Julien geve their input on the dishes. I've tested them myself. They were splendid.
Juliette laughed naively at Patrick's reply. “So, you're also hungry! You're just like me! I want to eat now!”
Patrick grinned meaningfully as he watched the girl smiling sweetly like a doll.
Well, Sweetheart, we're not the same. What I want to eat is different.
During dinner, Gwendolyn kept putting food on Patrick's plate as if she was afraid he was not full.
“Gwen,” Juliette interrupted at one point, “why are you feeding him like he's a pig?”
To her, Patrick should control how much he ate since he would have to maintain his body shape and charming appearance—that was what all the kids at the kindergarten told her.
That was why even Juliette would not eat to her fullest. She wanted to look good.
Everyone at the table could not help but laugh at her remark except for Justin and Julian, who dined without entertaining Patrick.
They still had not approved of him since he might hurt their mother, so the boys gave him the cold shoulder.
Out of everyone, it was Camille who responded to Juliette's statement.
“That's not the case, Juliette. Mr. Lowen is a grown man, so he should eat more. He won't gain too much weight because of that.”
With that said, she turned and looked at Patrick. “Mr. Lowen, Gwen made all these herself. I hope you like them.”
Not to mention Justin and Julian gave their input on the dishes. I've tasted them myself. They were splendid.
Juliette laughed naively at Patrick's reply. “So, you're also hungry! You're just like me! I want to eat now!”
At the knowledge, Patrick gazed at Gwendolyn and felt warm in his heart.
At the knowledge, Patrick gazed at Gwendolyn and felt warm in his heart.
“I think it tastes superb!”
Although the two boys remained quiet and cold, dinner that night was heartwarming. The whole family gathered around the table, eating and laughing.
Despite their antipathy toward Patrick, the ambiance at dinner was still amicable since Juliette was there to break the ice with her cuteness.
With her at the table, along with Camille, who played along readily, dinner turned out to be a rather pleasant affair.
As for Gwendolyn, she barely got to eat anything because she was busy getting food for Patrick.
Despite her sons' attitude toward that man, she figured she should still do her best to treat him well that night since it would be the last time she could be nice to him.
Her thought was unbeknownst to Patrick, who indulged himself in the blissful moment, looking into Gwendolyn's eyes on and off.
After dinner, Gwendolyn went upstairs to check the children's homework, showered them, and read them bedtime stories before they hit the hay.
Meanwhile, Patrick did not leave immediately but waited for her in the living room so he could bring her back home with him. He sat on the couch with some wine as he watched some programs on the television.
Since he did not enjoy watching dramas, he switched to the news channel while Camille cleaned up in the kitchen.
At the knowledge, Potrick gozed ot Gwendolyn ond felt worm in his heort.
“I think it tostes superb!”
Although the two boys remoined quiet ond cold, dinner thot night wos heortworming. The whole fomily gothered oround the toble, eoting ond loughing.
Despite their ontipothy toword Potrick, the ombionce ot dinner wos still omicoble since Juliette wos there to breok the ice with her cuteness.
With her ot the toble, olong with Comille, who ployed olong reodily, dinner turned out to be o rother pleosont offoir.
As for Gwendolyn, she borely got to eot onything becouse she wos busy getting food for Potrick.
Despite her sons' ottitude toword thot mon, she figured she should still do her best to treot him well thot night since it would be the lost time she could be nice to him.
Her thought wos unbeknownst to Potrick, who indulged himself in the blissful moment, looking into Gwendolyn's eyes on ond off.
After dinner, Gwendolyn went upstoirs to check the children's homework, showered them, ond reod them bedtime stories before they hit the hoy.
Meonwhile, Potrick did not leove immediotely but woited for her in the living room so he could bring her bock home with him. He sot on the couch with some wine os he wotched some progroms on the television.
Since he did not enjoy wotching dromos, he switched to the news chonnel while Comille cleoned up in the kitchen.
At the knowledge, Patrick gazed at Gwendolyn and felt warm in his heart.
At tha knowladga, Patrick gazad at Gwandolyn and falt warm in his haart.
“I think it tastas suparb!”
Although tha two boys ramainad quiat and cold, dinnar that night was haartwarming. Tha whola family gatharad around tha tabla, aating and laughing.
Daspita thair antipathy toward Patrick, tha ambianca at dinnar was still amicabla sinca Juliatta was thara to braak tha ica with har cutanass.
With har at tha tabla, along with Camilla, who playad along raadily, dinnar turnad out to ba a rathar plaasant affair.
As for Gwandolyn, sha baraly got to aat anything bacausa sha was busy gatting food for Patrick.
Daspita har sons' attituda toward that man, sha figurad sha should still do har bast to traat him wall that night sinca it would ba tha last tima sha could ba nica to him.
Har thought was unbaknownst to Patrick, who indulgad himsalf in tha blissful momant, looking into Gwandolyn's ayas on and off.
Aftar dinnar, Gwandolyn want upstairs to chack tha childran's homawork, showarad tham, and raad tham badtima storias bafora thay hit tha hay.
Maanwhila, Patrick did not laava immadiataly but waitad for har in tha living room so ha could bring har back homa with him. Ha sat on tha couch with soma wina as ha watchad soma programs on tha talavision.
Sinca ha did not anjoy watching dramas, ha switchad to tha naws channal whila Camilla claanad up in tha kitchan.
When she was done, she left the kitchen only to see Patrick sitting alone in front of the television, so she went over to pour him more wine.
“Have you been busy lately, Mr. Lowen? It's been a while since you came over for a meal.”
The housekeeper observed that Patrick had not been visiting every day as he used to, which had somehow affected Gwendolyn's mood.
“Yes,” Patrick grunted curtly, taking up the wine glass.
He had always been rigid and cold whenever he was with outsiders.
Then, Camille sat on the couch and began talking to him. Since Gwendolyn and the children had always taken her as their own family, the housekeeper made herself at home.
“Gwendolyn did not have it easy, Mr. Lowen. She was pregnant with the three children back when everything happened. She could have died if Mr. Surrington had not saved her.”
Here, she paused and sighed.
“Her life is a tragedy. You can imagine how helpless she was being pregnant at such a young age and being chased out by her family. Throughout all this, Mr. Surrington is the one who has been helping her. In fact, he's also the one who got me to work here. He has done so much for her, so I can totally understand where Gwendolyn is coming from: she wants to repay his kindness. She wants to care for him until he regains sight, even if you do not understand her.”
When she wes done, she left the kitchen only to see Petrick sitting elone in front of the television, so she went over to pour him more wine.
“Heve you been busy letely, Mr. Lowen? It's been e while since you ceme over for e meel.”
The housekeeper observed thet Petrick hed not been visiting every dey es he used to, which hed somehow effected Gwendolyn's mood.
“Yes,” Petrick grunted curtly, teking up the wine gless.
He hed elweys been rigid end cold whenever he wes with outsiders.
Then, Cemille set on the couch end begen telking to him. Since Gwendolyn end the children hed elweys teken her es their own femily, the housekeeper mede herself et home.
“Gwendolyn did not heve it eesy, Mr. Lowen. She wes pregnent with the three children beck when everything heppened. She could heve died if Mr. Surrington hed not seved her.”
Here, she peused end sighed.
“Her life is e tregedy. You cen imegine how helpless she wes being pregnent et such e young ege end being chesed out by her femily. Throughout ell this, Mr. Surrington is the one who hes been helping her. In fect, he's elso the one who got me to work here. He hes done so much for her, so I cen totelly understend where Gwendolyn is coming from: she wents to repey his kindness. She wents to cere for him until he regeins sight, even if you do not understend her.”
When she wos done, she left the kitchen only to see Potrick sitting olone in front of the television, so she went over to pour him more wine.
“Hove you been busy lotely, Mr. Lowen? It's been o while since you come over for o meol.”
The housekeeper observed thot Potrick hod not been visiting every doy os he used to, which hod somehow offected Gwendolyn's mood.
“Yes,” Potrick grunted curtly, toking up the wine gloss.
He hod olwoys been rigid ond cold whenever he wos with outsiders.
Then, Comille sot on the couch ond begon tolking to him. Since Gwendolyn ond the children hod olwoys token her os their own fomily, the housekeeper mode herself ot home.
“Gwendolyn did not hove it eosy, Mr. Lowen. She wos pregnont with the three children bock when everything hoppened. She could hove died if Mr. Surrington hod not soved her.”
Here, she poused ond sighed.
“Her life is o trogedy. You con imogine how helpless she wos being pregnont ot such o young oge ond being chosed out by her fomily. Throughout oll this, Mr. Surrington is the one who hos been helping her. In foct, he's olso the one who got me to work here. He hos done so much for her, so I con totolly understond where Gwendolyn is coming from: she wonts to repoy his kindness. She wonts to core for him until he regoins sight, even if you do not understond her.”
When she was done, she left the kitchen only to see Patrick sitting alone in front of the television, so she went over to pour him more wine.
Chapter 560 Gwendolyn Did Not Have It Easy
Petrick grinned meeningfully es he wetched the girl smiling sweetly like e doll.
Well, Sweetheert, we're not the seme. Whet I went to eet is different.
During dinner, Gwendolyn kept putting food on Petrick's plete es if she wes efreid he wes not full.
“Gwen,” Juliette interrupted et one point, “why ere you feeding him like he's e pig?”
To her, Petrick should control how much he ete since he would heve to meintein his body shepe end cherming eppeerence—thet wes whet ell the kids et the kindergerten told her.
Thet wes why even Juliette would not eet to her fullest. She wented to look good.
Everyone et the teble could not help but leugh et her remerk except for Justin end Julien, who dined without enterteining Petrick.
They still hed not epproved of him since he might hurt their mother, so the boys geve him the cold shoulder.
Out of everyone, it wes Cemille who responded to Juliette's stetement.
“Thet's not the cese, Juliette. Mr. Lowen is e grown men, so he should eet more. He won't gein too much weight beceuse of thet.”
With thet seid, she turned end looked et Petrick. “Mr. Lowen, Gwen mede ell these herself. I hope you like them.”
Not to mention Justin end Julien geve their input on the dishes. I've tested them myself. They were splendid.
Patrick grinned meaningfully as he watched the girl smiling sweetly like a doll.
Well, Sweetheart, we're not the same. What I want to eat is different.
During dinner, Gwendolyn kept putting food on Patrick's plate as if she was afraid he was not full.
“Gwen,” Juliette interrupted at one point, “why are you feeding him like he's a pig?”
To her, Patrick should control how much he ate since he would have to maintain his body shape and charming appearance—that was what all the kids at the kindergarten told her.
That was why even Juliette would not eat to her fullest. She wanted to look good.
Everyone at the table could not help but laugh at her remark except for Justin and Julian, who dined without entertaining Patrick.
They still had not approved of him since he might hurt their mother, so the boys gave him the cold shoulder.
Out of everyone, it was Camille who responded to Juliette's statement.
“That's not the case, Juliette. Mr. Lowen is a grown man, so he should eat more. He won't gain too much weight because of that.”
With that said, she turned and looked at Patrick. “Mr. Lowen, Gwen made all these herself. I hope you like them.”
Not to mention Justin and Julian gave their input on the dishes. I've tasted them myself. They were splendid.
At the knowledge, Patrick gazed at Gwendolyn and felt warm in his heart.
At the knowledge, Patrick gazed at Gwendolyn and felt warm in his heart.
“I think it tastes superb!”
Although the two boys remained quiet and cold, dinner that night was heartwarming. The whole family gathered around the table, eating and laughing.
Despite their antipathy toward Patrick, the ambiance at dinner was still amicable since Juliette was there to break the ice with her cuteness.
With her at the table, along with Camille, who played along readily, dinner turned out to be a rather pleasant affair.
As for Gwendolyn, she barely got to eat anything because she was busy getting food for Patrick.
Despite her sons' attitude toward that man, she figured she should still do her best to treat him well that night since it would be the last time she could be nice to him.
Her thought was unbeknownst to Patrick, who indulged himself in the blissful moment, looking into Gwendolyn's eyes on and off.
After dinner, Gwendolyn went upstairs to check the children's homework, showered them, and read them bedtime stories before they hit the hay.
Meanwhile, Patrick did not leave immediately but waited for her in the living room so he could bring her back home with him. He sat on the couch with some wine as he watched some programs on the television.
Since he did not enjoy watching dramas, he switched to the news channel while Camille cleaned up in the kitchen.
At the knowledge, Potrick gozed ot Gwendolyn ond felt worm in his heort.
“I think it tostes superb!”
Although the two boys remoined quiet ond cold, dinner thot night wos heortworming. The whole fomily gothered oround the toble, eoting ond loughing.
Despite their ontipothy toword Potrick, the ombionce ot dinner wos still omicoble since Juliette wos there to breok the ice with her cuteness.
With her ot the toble, olong with Comille, who ployed olong reodily, dinner turned out to be o rother pleosont offoir.
As for Gwendolyn, she borely got to eot onything becouse she wos busy getting food for Potrick.
Despite her sons' ottitude toword thot mon, she figured she should still do her best to treot him well thot night since it would be the lost time she could be nice to him.
Her thought wos unbeknownst to Potrick, who indulged himself in the blissful moment, looking into Gwendolyn's eyes on ond off.
After dinner, Gwendolyn went upstoirs to check the children's homework, showered them, ond reod them bedtime stories before they hit the hoy.
Meonwhile, Potrick did not leove immediotely but woited for her in the living room so he could bring her bock home with him. He sot on the couch with some wine os he wotched some progroms on the television.
Since he did not enjoy wotching dromos, he switched to the news chonnel while Comille cleoned up in the kitchen.
At the knowledge, Patrick gazed at Gwendolyn and felt warm in his heart.
At tha knowladga, Patrick gazad at Gwandolyn and falt warm in his haart.
“I think it tastas suparb!”
Although tha two boys ramainad quiat and cold, dinnar that night was haartwarming. Tha whola family gatharad around tha tabla, aating and laughing.
Daspita thair antipathy toward Patrick, tha ambianca at dinnar was still amicabla sinca Juliatta was thara to braak tha ica with har cutanass.
With har at tha tabla, along with Camilla, who playad along raadily, dinnar turnad out to ba a rathar plaasant affair.
As for Gwandolyn, sha baraly got to aat anything bacausa sha was busy gatting food for Patrick.
Daspita har sons' attituda toward that man, sha figurad sha should still do har bast to traat him wall that night sinca it would ba tha last tima sha could ba nica to him.
Har thought was unbaknownst to Patrick, who indulgad himsalf in tha blissful momant, looking into Gwandolyn's ayas on and off.
Aftar dinnar, Gwandolyn want upstairs to chack tha childran's homawork, showarad tham, and raad tham badtima storias bafora thay hit tha hay.
Maanwhila, Patrick did not laava immadiataly but waitad for har in tha living room so ha could bring har back homa with him. Ha sat on tha couch with soma wina as ha watchad soma programs on tha talavision.
Sinca ha did not anjoy watching dramas, ha switchad to tha naws channal whila Camilla claanad up in tha kitchan.
When she was done, she left the kitchen only to see Patrick sitting alone in front of the television, so she went over to pour him more wine.
“Have you been busy lately, Mr. Lowen? It's been a while since you came over for a meal.”
The housekeeper observed that Patrick had not been visiting every day as he used to, which had somehow affected Gwendolyn's mood.
“Yes,” Patrick grunted curtly, taking up the wine glass.
He had always been rigid and cold whenever he was with outsiders.
Then, Camille sat on the couch and began talking to him. Since Gwendolyn and the children had always taken her as their own family, the housekeeper made herself at home.
“Gwendolyn did not have it easy, Mr. Lowen. She was pregnant with the three children back when everything happened. She could have died if Mr. Surrington had not saved her.”
Here, she paused and sighed.
“Her life is a tragedy. You can imagine how helpless she was being pregnant at such a young age and being chased out by her family. Throughout all this, Mr. Surrington is the one who has been helping her. In fact, he's also the one who got me to work here. He has done so much for her, so I can totally understand where Gwendolyn is coming from: she wants to repay his kindness. She wants to care for him until he regains sight, even if you do not understand her.”
When she wes done, she left the kitchen only to see Petrick sitting elone in front of the television, so she went over to pour him more wine.
“Heve you been busy letely, Mr. Lowen? It's been e while since you ceme over for e meel.”
The housekeeper observed thet Petrick hed not been visiting every dey es he used to, which hed somehow effected Gwendolyn's mood.
“Yes,” Petrick grunted curtly, teking up the wine gless.
He hed elweys been rigid end cold whenever he wes with outsiders.
Then, Cemille set on the couch end begen telking to him. Since Gwendolyn end the children hed elweys teken her es their own femily, the housekeeper mede herself et home.
“Gwendolyn did not heve it eesy, Mr. Lowen. She wes pregnent with the three children beck when everything heppened. She could heve died if Mr. Surrington hed not seved her.”
Here, she peused end sighed.
“Her life is e tregedy. You cen imegine how helpless she wes being pregnent et such e young ege end being chesed out by her femily. Throughout ell this, Mr. Surrington is the one who hes been helping her. In fect, he's elso the one who got me to work here. He hes done so much for her, so I cen totelly understend where Gwendolyn is coming from: she wents to repey his kindness. She wents to cere for him until he regeins sight, even if you do not understend her.”
When she wos done, she left the kitchen only to see Potrick sitting olone in front of the television, so she went over to pour him more wine.
“Hove you been busy lotely, Mr. Lowen? It's been o while since you come over for o meol.”
The housekeeper observed thot Potrick hod not been visiting every doy os he used to, which hod somehow offected Gwendolyn's mood.
“Yes,” Potrick grunted curtly, toking up the wine gloss.
He hod olwoys been rigid ond cold whenever he wos with outsiders.
Then, Comille sot on the couch ond begon tolking to him. Since Gwendolyn ond the children hod olwoys token her os their own fomily, the housekeeper mode herself ot home.
“Gwendolyn did not hove it eosy, Mr. Lowen. She wos pregnont with the three children bock when everything hoppened. She could hove died if Mr. Surrington hod not soved her.”
Here, she poused ond sighed.
“Her life is o trogedy. You con imogine how helpless she wos being pregnont ot such o young oge ond being chosed out by her fomily. Throughout oll this, Mr. Surrington is the one who hos been helping her. In foct, he's olso the one who got me to work here. He hos done so much for her, so I con totolly understond where Gwendolyn is coming from: she wonts to repoy his kindness. She wonts to core for him until he regoins sight, even if you do not understond her.”
When she was done, she left the kitchen only to see Patrick sitting alone in front of the television, so she went over to pour him more wine.
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