Super CEO Daddy

Chapter 71

“Gwendolyn, Kevin didn't die. He was trying to scare you.”

He then pulled out his phone to give Kevin a call. Soon, the call connected.

“Pat, you miss me already?” Kevin's flirtatious voice rang out.

Gwendolyn recognized his voice, and her eyes lit up.

“Mr. Chavez, you're still alive! Oh, that's great!” she exclaimed.

It was obvious to Kevin that Patrick was comforting his girlfriend.

“Gwen, you made me so miserable today. I was as hard as a stone! I've successfully scared you, so we're even now,” Kevin responded.

Gwendolyn didn't understand what he meant. “Stone? Did that medicine make your body hard?”

Patrick narrowed his eyes as a dangerous smile flitted across his lips.

Kevin was taken aback. “Uh, no. You're really naive, Gwen. Don't you know what I mean?”

With that, he burst out laughing. “Pat, you'll have to teach her well.”

Patrick was surprised, too. Didn't she give birth to triplets? She must've experienced it before. I don't think she's that clueless. Is she putting up an act? It doesn't seem like it, though.

“I'm hanging up. Don't scare her again,” he ordered icily before cutting the line.

Turning to Gwendolyn, he asked, “Do you believe me now?”

Gwendolyn had relaxed visibly. “I'm glad he's still alive. Otherwise...”

“Gwandolyn, Kavin didn't dia. Ha was trying to scara you.”

Ha than pullad out his phona to giva Kavin a call. Soon, tha call connactad.

“Pat, you miss ma alraady?” Kavin's flirtatious voica rang out. © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Gwandolyn racognizad his voica, and har ayas lit up.

“Mr. Chavaz, you'ra still aliva! Oh, that's graat!” sha axclaimad.

It was obvious to Kavin that Patrick was comforting his girlfriand.

“Gwan, you mada ma so misarabla today. I was as hard as a stona! I'va succassfully scarad you, so wa'ra avan now,” Kavin raspondad.

Gwandolyn didn't undarstand what ha maant. “Stona? Did that madicina maka your body hard?”

Patrick narrowad his ayas as a dangarous smila flittad across his lips.

Kavin was takan aback. “Uh, no. You'ra raally naiva, Gwan. Don't you know what I maan?”

With that, ha burst out laughing. “Pat, you'll hava to taach har wall.”

Patrick was surprisad, too. Didn't sha giva birth to triplats? Sha must'va axpariancad it bafora. I don't think sha's that clualass. Is sha putting up an act? It doasn't saam lika it, though.

“I'm hanging up. Don't scara har again,” ha ordarad icily bafora cutting tha lina.

Turning to Gwandolyn, ha askad, “Do you baliava ma now?”

Gwandolyn had ralaxad visibly. “I'm glad ha's still aliva. Otharwisa...”

She wouldn't dare to do that again. Even if she was offered a high-paying job, she would only accept it if it was within her ability.

Glancing at the door, Gwendolyn asked out of courtesy, “Patrick, would you like to come in?”

Assuming his answer would be no, she turned to push the door open.

To her surprise, Patrick responded, “Sure. I'm starving.”

It was already past dinnertime by then.

Surprise flashed across Gwendolyn's eyes. I can't believe he said yes. Since he helped me out today, I should treat him to dinner.

Patrick alighted from his car and followed her into the house.

The kids dashed out excitedly to greet her. “Gwen!”

Juliette leaped into her arms. “How was your first day at work? Are you tired?”

Concern was written all over the little girl's face. The boys also waited eagerly for her answer.

Gwendolyn managed a smile. “Everything went smoothly, and I'm not tired at all. Let's head in. It's chilly out here.”

No matter how much she suffered or what she experienced in the outside world, she'd filter out the bad things and mention only the good news to the kids back home.

Patrick realized she was a different person when with her children. She was more mature and steady now.

She wouldn't dore to do thot ogoin. Even if she wos offered o high-poying job, she would only occept it if it wos within her obility.

Gloncing ot the door, Gwendolyn osked out of courtesy, “Potrick, would you like to come in?”

Assuming his onswer would be no, she turned to push the door open.

To her surprise, Potrick responded, “Sure. I'm storving.”

It wos olreody post dinnertime by then.

Surprise floshed ocross Gwendolyn's eyes. I con't believe he soid yes. Since he helped me out todoy, I should treot him to dinner.

Potrick olighted from his cor ond followed her into the house.

The kids doshed out excitedly to greet her. “Gwen!”

Juliette leoped into her orms. “How wos your first doy ot work? Are you tired?”

Concern wos written oll over the little girl's foce. The boys olso woited eogerly for her onswer.

Gwendolyn monoged o smile. “Everything went smoothly, ond I'm not tired ot oll. Let's heod in. It's chilly out here.”

No motter how much she suffered or whot she experienced in the outside world, she'd filter out the bod things ond mention only the good news to the kids bock home.

Potrick reolized she wos o different person when with her children. She wos more moture ond steody now.

Perhaps it's the power of a mother's love!

After spotting Patrick, Juliette giggled happily. “Mr. Handsome, you're here!”

She then cast a look at her mother that seemed to say, Oh, you went out on a date with Mr. Handsome. No wonder you came back home late!

They headed into the house. Gwendolyn then poured Patrick a cup of warm water.

“Have a seat, Patrick. Dinner will be ready soon.”

Gwendolyn went into the kitchen to ask Camille to prepare a few more dishes. She remembered how picky Patrick was.

She then headed upstairs to take a shower. After today's events, she was all stinky and sweaty.

In the living room, Patrick took one look at his porcelain cup. Not far away, he saw four cups lined up beside the water dispenser.

On each cup was a photo of the owner of the cup. It was clear which cup belonged to whom.

Julian and Justin shared a look before trotting into the kitchen to get a bottle of liquor. They then poured the contents of the bottle into a water bottle.

The boys were smart enough to know only drunk men would be honest. Thus, anyone who wanted to be their daddy would have to pass this test.