Perfect CEO

Chapter 89

Felicia was so furious that she started stomping her feet as she cursed under her breath, “Gwendolyn, you little b*tch. I won't let you do as you please any longer! You're just Patrick's little secretary. A mere, unremarkable worker. I'll make sure you stay far, far away from him.”

Gwendolyn called out when she entered the house, “Old Mrs. Lowen.”

Hector was currently sitting in a wheelchair in the living room with Alice next to him.

“It's great that you're awake, Old Mr. Lowen. Even though you can't speak, for now, you'll definitely recover with good treatment.”

When the two old people heard Gwendolyn's sweet voice, they turned in her direction.

Hector's eyes sparkled as he raised his hand and tried to say something. However, he couldn't form proper words.

Alice ignored him, stood up, and walked over to Gwendolyn to hold her hand. Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

“You're here, Gwen! And you brought a present!” She smiled joyously.

For some reason, ever since she met Gwendolyn, she would occasionally miss the younger woman.

She felt pretty awful on the days she wasn't able to meet Gwendolyn. However, now that the latter had arrived, she felt much better.

Gwendolyn smiled. “This is a dessert that Mr. Lowen asked me to buy for Old Mr. Lowen. He said it's

Old Mr. Lowen's favorite.”

Alice asked a housekeeper to take the dessert before she pulled Gwendolyn to sit on the couch opposite Hector. “See, Hector? This is Gwen, my good friend, and Pat's friend.”

In actuality, she wanted to say that Gwendolyn was the woman Patrick liked. However, she was worried Hector would faint from anger after just waking up. Thus, she decided to keep it a secret for the moment.

Gwendolyn smiled and called, “Old Mr. Lowen.”

Hector agitatedly patted his thighs and wanted to say something, but the words that came out of his mouth were barely understandable. “G-Grand... Suit...”

“Suit?” Alice asked with furrowed eyebrows.

He patted his thighs again and still couldn't properly convey what he wanted to say.

Gwendolyn leaned toward Alice's ear and asked, “Did Old Mr. Lowen piss himself?”

The moment she finished, she blushed from embarrassment. After all, it was her first time meeting Hector, yet she was there speculating if he had peed his pants. It would've been embarrassing for anyone else.

Alice stifled her laughter. “Maybe, but he can't speak clearly right now. He just woke up today.”

As she was speaking, she nonverbally asked a housekeeper nearby to check if Hector pissed himself.

Patrick was accompanying Felicia into the building when he announced, “I'm back, Grandpa. I've brought your granddaughter-in-law to meet you.”

He believed that once Hector saw him hanging out with Felicia, the old man would be happy. Maybe even to the point that Hector would recover.

However, what he got was the opposite reaction. Hector straight up rolled his eyes in anger and shook his head when he saw the couple.

Alice smiled. “I'm sorry. He just pissed himself, you see. You two take a seat first. I'll help him change his diaper in his room.”

Then she accompanied Hector back to their bedroom on the first floor with a housekeeper pushing him there.

Inside the living room, Felicia sat next to Patrick as he pushed a cup of coffee toward Gwendolyn.

Gwendolyn was indeed thirsty at that moment. Since she was in his house, it was only normal for him to take care of her. She picked up the cup and drank.

Felicia, on the other hand, didn't get the same treatment. As a result, she glared at him with annoyance.

Still, she didn't forget about Patrick's warning. Thus, she kept quiet and didn't cause a scene. I swear I'll definitely be his wife! When that happens, I can deal with Gwendolyn however I want!

Patrick stood up and buttoned up his suit as a chilling look flashed across his eyes. “You two stay here. I'm going to check on Grandpa.”