Perfect CEO

Chapter 720 They Officially Meet

Gwendolyn's eardrum ached from the man's frosty voice. Pursing her lips, she put down her fork. “I'm full, so I'll be leaving now. Luce, I'll leave the kids to you tonight.”

When Lucy stood up, Gwendolyn hastily added, “You don't need to see me out. You have many guests to take care of.” Then, she flashed the others a smile and said, “Goodbye, everyone!”

She was no longer as urgent as she was previously, fearing that others would see through her facade of calmness and that Lucy would follow her out.

Zayden was probably in a bad mood. Gwendolyn neither wanted Lucy to worry nor Patrick and the others to witness what would come next.

She had to face the consequences of her choices, no matter how difficult they might be.

When Gwendolyn began walking out of the dining room, Patrick stood up. Lucas called out to him, “Pat, where are you going?”

Kevin was biting on his fork in anticipation, seemingly eager for a good show.

“He's probably going to see Gwen out,” Estelle said.

Kevin smirked. “Not necessarily.”

Isn't Pat pretending not to know who Gwen is? He surely won't express his feelings so obviously. Looks like it's time for me to get the popcorn. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Estelle scoffed. “Of course it is. He's such a gentleman. I'm sure he's going to see Gwen out.”

As soon as Gwendolyn stepped out of the house, Patrick went out after her. He had a cigarette between his fingers as if to say that he was out for a smoking session instead of finding out what was going on with Gwendolyn.

Zayden's car was parked in the yard, and the man himself was leaning against his car. When he saw Gwendolyn exiting the house, he strode toward her and grabbed her wrist. His gaze was dark, and flames of anger were burning in them. “Why are you here? Come back with me now.” With that, he began towing Gwendolyn toward the car.

Gwendolyn struggled and cried out, “Let go of me. I can walk on my own!”

Then, Zayden opened the door and shoved her inside before slamming the door shut in a fit of anger. Just as he was walking toward the driver's seat, he spotted Patrick. Clenching his fists, his face clouded over.

Having seen how roughly Zayden had treated Gwendolyn, Patrick narrowed his eyes and took a long drag of his cigarette.

Zayden stormed over to Patrick.

Gwendolyn's heart lurched when she saw that, and she quickly opened the door to get out of the car.

“Zayden!” she shouted. “Aren't we going home now? Let's go.”

Zayden continued marching toward Patrick with his fists tightly clenched. He looked as though he was going to beat the other man up. Zayden of the past would never do something like that, but at present, he had changed. Ignoring Gwendolyn, he grabbed Patrick's tie with both of his hands.

“Patrick Lowen. Gwendolyn Ashton is my wife. You'll never ever get her in this lifetime, so stay away from her!” His eyes were wide, and his pupils seemed darker than usual. Resentment poured out of his eyes as he stared at Patrick.

Gwendolyn hurried over to grab Zayden's hands. “Let go, Zayden. H-He doesn't remember me anymore.” When she said that, the disappointment in her expression and the tears in her eyes were evident.

Zayden turned around. “He doesn't remember you?”

“Yes! He had brain surgery three months ago, and he lost his memories. He doesn't remember me anymore!” she roared, loud, as if she was afraid that Zayden would not believe her.

Zayden turned back to Patrick and began chuckling. “Serves him right...” He then let go of the other man to wrap his arm around Gwendolyn before leading her back to the car.

Exhaling a ring of smoke, Patrick asked, “Ms. Ashton, do you need me to call the cops for you?”

Gwendolyn whipped her head around with panic written across her face. “No need. I'm fine.”

Zayden grabbed her head and forcefully turned it around. “You're not allowed to talk to him. If you do, be ready to bear the consequences of doing so.”