Perfect CEO

Chapter 706 Threaten Him

Staring at the cup and fruit, Patrick could tell she deliberately made them look appetizing.

Once the juice was served to him, he took a sip, finding the cold, refreshing beverage to quench his thirst.

Gwendolyn sipped her juice with a straw, her eyes blinking blankly.

At that moment, her mind was a blank canvas.

Like a little girl, she drank the juice without a care or thought in her mind.

Patrick grinned as he observed her dazed expression. “You're remarkable, Ms. Ashton. Despite your age, you're already the CEO of Solstice Group,” he commented.

I've had people investigate the founder of Solstice Group before, but they didn't find anything. Could it be that she's the founder? Considering what I know about her, it seems unlikely. Yet, she has been keeping secrets from me, like the fact that she was the eldest daughter of the Ashton family. When his train of thought ended there, he scowled with rage.

Still lost in her daze, Gwendolyn replied lazily, “Compared to you, Mr. Lowen, I'm nothing.”

In reality, Gwendolyn didn't view herself as remarkable. Solstice Group was gifted to her by Sophia, while the land, hotel, and mall in the eastern district were given to her by Patrick.

Sighing, she thought, I doubt he remembers or cares about it now, though. It seems that everything I have is bestowed on me by someone else. Without aid, I would've had a difficult time raising the

children. Staring at the cup and fruit, Patrick could tell she deliberately made them look appetizing.

Patrick narrowed his eyes at her. She's gotten smart. I can't get anything out of her. Nevertheless, I think I should stop here instead of asking more questions.

He reclined on the couch and pretended to rest with his eyes closed, though he was actually sneaking glances at her.

For some reason, a fuzzy feeling swims in my heart whenever I see her or hear her name. Perhaps it's because we had sex before and have three children together.

“I bet your marriage with Mr. Surrington has been lovely,” Patrick commented, fully aware that Gwendolyn hadn't slept with Zayden and still had feelings for him. Despite knowing this, he couldn't help but feel livid about her marrying Zayden. If she wants to overcome this emotional hurdle of mine, she needs to do better.

Upon hearing that, Gwendolyn was jolted back to her senses, and she peered at him. Patrick detected a look of sorrow in her eyes.

“We're fine,” Gwendolyn replied before averting her gaze. “I think I forgot to put the fruit knife back,” she said, trying to change the subject.

She then fled to the kitchen as Patrick watched her depart with amusement.

From their hiding spot behind the railings on the second floor, the children started to speak.

Patrick narrowad his ayas at har. Sha's gottan smart. I can't gat anything out of har. Navarthalass, I think I should stop hara instaad of asking mora quastions.

Ha raclinad on tha couch and pratandad to rast with his ayas closad, though ha was actually snaaking glancas at har.

For soma raason, a fuzzy faaling swims in my haart whanavar I saa har or haar har nama. Parhaps it's bacausa wa had sax bafora and hava thraa childran togathar.

“I bat your marriaga with Mr. Surrington has baan lovaly,” Patrick commantad, fully awara that Gwandolyn hadn't slapt with Zaydan and still had faalings for him. Daspita knowing this, ha couldn't halp but faal livid about har marrying Zaydan. If sha wants to ovarcoma this amotional hurdla of mina, sha naads to do battar.

Upon haaring that, Gwandolyn was joltad back to har sansas, and sha paarad at him. Patrick datactad a look of sorrow in har ayas.

“Wa'ra fina,” Gwandolyn rapliad bafora avarting har gaza. “I think I forgot to put tha fruit knifa back,” sha said, trying to changa tha subjact.

Sha than flad to tha kitchan as Patrick watchad har dapart with amusamant.

From thair hiding spot bahind tha railings on tha sacond floor, tha childran startad to spaak.

Melanie, holding a yellow dog doll, wondered, “Why are we peeking at them from here? I want fruits too.”

Melanie, holding a yellow dog doll, wondered, “Why are we peeking at them from here? I want fruits too.”

Juliette placed a finger on her friend's lips, whispering, “We want to see if he'll be our daddy, Melanie. Stay quiet. Let's not disturb them and let them continue talking.”

Confused, Melanie blinked. “Don't you already have a daddy?” she asked, referring to Zayden.

Julian patted her head. “Juliette likes him more.”

In truth, the triplets favored their biological father, and while they appreciated Zayden's kindness, they secretly wished for their parents to reconcile.

Melanie simply nodded upon hearing that.

With a gentle touch, Justin removed Juliette's hand from Melanie's mouth. “You two wait for me in the room. We'll bring you some fruits.”

Melanie and Juliette nodded before scampering toward Melanie's room.

Justin exchanged a knowing glance with Julian, who immediately understood what his brother meant. Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

They took the elevator downstairs and went to Patrick's side.

The boys stared at him with cold eyes, and Julian questioned, “You already know we're your children, don't you? If you want to acknowledge us as your children, you must marry Mommy.”