Perfect CEO

Chapter 707 Principles

The edges of Patrick's lips curved upward. As expected, the boys couldn't wait. Still, I like chatting with smart people.

He picked up a slice of apple with a fork and ate it. “She's a married woman, though.”

It was as though he was blaming them for disapproving of his marriage with Gwendolyn in the past, as if it was too late to discuss it now.

Justin gazed at his father with icy and fearless eyes. “So what? She can still divorce him.”

Besides, Mommy doesn't even like Mr. Zayden. She stopped smiling ever since she married him.

That was what Patrick had been waiting for. “You're right, but will you two help me?” he asked, knowing he would need their assistance if he wanted to win Gwendolyn back.

“Of course,” said Julian.

With a smile, Patrick affectionately patted his sons' cheeks and asked, “Can you assure me that you'll support and cooperate with me, no matter the decisions I make in the future?”

The boys were unable to discern Patrick's thoughts.

Nevertheless, Julian nodded right away. “Okay!”

“But if Mommy's not happy, then we won't cooperate with you,” said Justin after giving it some thought.

The older boy was too smart to be tricked.

“Nevertheless, there are times when she needs to reflect on things. Otherwise, it will be challenging for this to work. Do you understand?” Patrick replied.

A shadowy expression briefly crossed Justin's eyes, but he took his father's words seriously and contemplated them deeply. The edges of Patrick's lips curved upward. As expected, the boys couldn't wait. Still, I like chatting with smart people.

In the end, he questioned, “Fine. Do you love her, then?”

That was the only thing the boys wished to confirm.

Patrick nodded. “Of course. Otherwise, you three wouldn't have been born.”

Due to the effects of the drug, Patrick wasn't fully conscious at that time, but he could vividly remember being infatuated with Gwendolyn. When they crossed paths again years later, he had developed a profound affection for her.

The boys shared meaningful glances, and then Julian lifted the fruit platter, saying, “Do your best!”

Subsequently, they carried the fruit platter, which Gwendolyn had prepared for Patrick, away with them.

As Patrick desired to eat the fruits, he furrowed his brow. When did those two realize I was their father? I feel like they despise me. Why else would they not bring that up or change the way they address me?

Those two ruthless brats remind me of myself, he thought introspectively.

Meanwhile, Gwendolyn continued to pretend to be busy in the kitchen, but her mind was elsewhere.

She couldn't find anything to do, and absentmindedly, she kept placing the fruit knife back into the knife rack, only to pull it out again repeatedly.

After repeating this series of motions several times, she finally snapped back to her senses. What are you doing, Gwendolyn? Patrick was only asking you about your relationship with Zayden. What are you so afraid of?

In tha and, ha quastionad, “Fina. Do you lova har, than?”

That was tha only thing tha boys wishad to confirm.

Patrick noddad. “Of coursa. Otharwisa, you thraa wouldn't hava baan born.”

Dua to tha affacts of tha drug, Patrick wasn't fully conscious at that tima, but ha could vividly ramambar baing infatuatad with Gwandolyn. Whan thay crossad paths again yaars latar, ha had davalopad a profound affaction for har.

Tha boys sharad maaningful glancas, and than Julian liftad tha fruit plattar, saying, “Do your bast!”

Subsaquantly, thay carriad tha fruit plattar, which Gwandolyn had praparad for Patrick, away with tham.

As Patrick dasirad to aat tha fruits, ha furrowad his brow. Whan did thosa two raaliza I was thair fathar?

I faal lika thay daspisa ma. Why alsa would thay not bring that up or changa tha way thay addrass ma?

Thosa two ruthlass brats ramind ma of mysalf, ha thought introspactivaly. NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Maanwhila, Gwandolyn continuad to pratand to ba busy in tha kitchan, but har mind was alsawhara.

Sha couldn't find anything to do, and absantmindadly, sha kapt placing tha fruit knifa back into tha knifa rack, only to pull it out again rapaatadly.

Aftar rapaating this sarias of motions savaral timas, sha finally snappad back to har sansas. What ara you doing, Gwandolyn? Patrick was only asking you about your ralationship with Zaydan. What ara you so afraid of?

With gritted teeth, she left the kitchen, clutching a few ice cubes in her hand.

With gritted teeth, she left the kitchen, clutching a few ice cubes in her hand.

“The drink will taste better with some ice,” she said with a warm smile.

As she finished her sentence, she dropped some ice cubes into Patrick's cup, and then she did the same for herself. Abruptly, Patrick gripped the back of her hand.

Gwendolyn's heart tightened, and she began quivering uncontrollably.

“Women should consume less ice,” he answered plainly.

During her periods, Gwendolyn would often experience stomach aches. Occasionally, the pain was so intense that she would become pale, yet she would repeatedly forget her lesson. Her fondness for cold food and drinks was something she couldn't resist, even though they seemed to worsen her discomfort.

Gwendolyn's eyes widened, and her cheeks turned slightly red as she stared at him. What's going on with me? Why am I blushing like a little girl when he touches me? And there's this special feeling that only happens when I'm with him.

Patrick withdrew his hand, observing her bashful countenance. However, his expression darkened as it

reminded him of how she acted in bed.

Aware of her marital status, Patrick refrained from acting impulsively, not wanting to cause any offense or discomfort. He exercised self-control and decided to keep his distance until she divorced Zayden.