Perfect CEO

Chapter 70

Nearby, several other people burst into tears as they followed the bed, which was being pushed toward the elevator.

Patrick looked at the frail woman in his arms and said in a cold tone, “Come out right now, Kevin.” Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

He was furious at how Kevin had scared poor Gwendolyn.

As commanded, Kevin walked out proudly. When he saw the scene in front of him, he raised an eyebrow at the woman who had passed out in Patrick's arms.

“She made me suffer, so I just wanted to give her a scare. I didn't realize that she was so weak.” He shrugged.

Lucas gave him a punch on the shoulder.

“So, Kev, what's it like to be drugged with an animal's aphrodisiac? I think you can give it a go with Biscuit now,” Lucas teased with a snicker.

Kevin whipped his head toward Lucas, his face darkened. He started punching Lucas in anger.

Lucas quickly tried to escape. “I'm just joking, Kev! Stop punching me!” he shouted as he ran away.

However, Kevin did not listen to him at all as he continued chasing after Lucas. It was only after a few more punches that he stopped. Both he and Lucas then stood by the elevator and pressed the button.

Patrick walked over while carrying Gwendolyn in his arms. He still had a cold look on his face. Kevin pursed his lips, for he did not dare to piss Patrick off.

Patrick was funding his laboratory, so if the former decided to stop his funds, Kevin would be dead.

Therefore, Kevin moved aside to make way for Patrick. “I was only trying to scare her a little, Pat.”

Patrick glanced at him and said, “Get lost.”

Upon speaking, he walked into the elevator. The other two men did not dare to follow him into it. Lucas looked at Kevin.

“I believe you now,” Lucas said.

Kevin smiled. “I told you. Gwen is the harbinger of misfortune. Whoever meets her will definitely have an unlucky day.”

“Looks like you're the only one who is unlucky.”

To which, Kevin sighed. “Seems like it. Both you and Pat are always fine.”

When Gwendolyn finally woke up, she found that she was in a car. She sprung up and straightened her back, whipping her head left and right.

“Was I dreaming just now?” she asked herself.

Gwendolyn lightly slapped her face. It would be best if it truly had been just a dream.

However, when she noticed the handsome man sitting next to her, she realized that it had not been a dream after all.

Her face fell as she sighed forlornly.

“Patrick, Kevin's dead, right? Are you going to send me to the police? Please take care of my three kids for me.” As she spoke, she reached out and grabbed his arm, shaking it.

“Don't worry. Just wait for me to be released, and I'll serve you for the rest of my life,” she promised.

Patrick glanced at her. “That sounds good,” he replied calmly.

Gwendolyn sank back into her seat, having lost all of her energy. She was just waiting for the final verdict to arrive.

However, when the car finally came to a stop, she realized that she was not at the police station. In fact, Gwendolyn found herself in front of her own house.

Her eyes brightened, but it soon dulled.

“Are you allowing me to see my family for the last time?” she asked sadly.

She did not know how to tell her three kids about what happened. If they knew, they would definitely be devastated.

Gwendolyn felt sorry for them. She had given birth to them but was unable to give them a father figure.

Now, she was not even going to be by their side as they grew up. She felt like a failure.

At that thought, tears started rolling down her cheeks.

Noticing her sad expression, Patrick furrowed his eyebrows. “Gwendolyn, you really love jumping to conclusions. Kevin isn't dead.”

Gwendolyn wiped away her tears. “You don't need to comfort me. A life for a life, it's always been that way. I understand. I'm not afraid.” She sniffed.

Not afraid? She's even crying about it. What a stubborn woman, Patrick thought.

Once she finished speaking, she stopped crying. She was doing her best to stop her tears from falling, but she was still very sad as she kept sniffling.

Patrick had never seen such a crybaby. He could not believe that his heart felt like it was being torn to pieces from the sight of her tears.

In a split second, his long fingers reached out and grabbed her chin. Patrick leaned toward her, and if Gwendolyn moved even the slightest, their lips would touch. That action alone frightened her to the point where she did not even dare to breathe.