Perfect CEO

Chapter 166

“Okay,” Gwendolyn replied.

After packing, she carried her bag and followed behind him. The duo left the office and entered the private elevator.

When the elevator's doors closed, Gwendolyn asked, “Mr. Lowen, are we going to have lunch first? Where are we eating?”

Patrick shot her a sideway glance. “Put up with your hunger.”

Gwendolyn was stunned for a moment and wanted to say that she could not endure hunger, but she did not want to lose her job.

Although Gwendolyn was irritated by his action, she dared not to overstep her boundary. If this was what Patrick demanded, then that was what she had to obey. I guess I'm going to use this opportunity to lose weight.

Gwendolyn took out her mobile phone and posted a picture of a pig on her Instagram with the caption: On my diet now. If I eat lunch today, I'm a pig.

She put on a small smile after making the post. Who would have thought having a domineering boss like Mr. Lowen is beneficial to my dieting journey?

Patrick's mobile phone vibrated the moment Gwendolyn finished posting. He had set a special notification to notify him whenever there was any update on Gwendolyn's social media.

His lips curled up into a smirk when he saw Gwendolyn's post.

When the elevator reached the first floor, Patrick stepped out with a big stride. The dark blue coat draped on him elegantly.

Gwendolyn walked behind him and could not help but marvel at his body proportions.

He was like a model in a fashion show.

Gwendolyn thought there would be a car waiting for them outside the company. However, to her surprise, not only there was no car around, but Liam was also not in their sight.

Aren't we going to an auction? He's even skipping lunch for it. There must be an important item he wants.

However, the man walking ahead turned to a restaurant instead.

Gwendolyn trotted behind him. When she entered the restaurant, he had already started ordering food.

Taking a seat, she asked, “Mr. Lowen, I thought you said we're not having lunch?”

After Patrick finished ordering, he pushed a cup of coffee toward Gwendolyn.

“I suddenly feel hungry.”

He knew Gwendolyn liked the meatballs in this restaurant a lot. Last time, she even managed to gobble down a plateful of it.

Gwendolyn took a sip of the tea. “Oh, have a nice meal, then. I'm on a diet at the moment., so I won't be eating.”

The tangy aroma permeated the restaurant. Feeling a little hungry, Gwendolyn gulped and muttered to herself, “Gwendolyn, you're on a diet now! You need to control yourself. Otherwise, you'll be a pig.”

Patrick slightly raised the corner of his lips at her actions. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Fishing out her phone, Gwendolyn went on her Instagram, noticing that many people liked and commented on her post.

Lucy commented: It's not like you're fat. Eat more. Don't go on a diet.

Kevin: Gwen, are you sure you have the perseverance to do so? I don't believe you.

Lillian: Same here. I'm also on a diet at the moment. Let's give our best!

Lucas teased: Aren't you happy being a human? Why do you want to be a pig?

Losing the courage to browse the rest of the comments, Gwendolyn threw her phone into the bag.

Right then, all the dishes were served to the table. Patrick purposely positioned the meatballs in front of Gwendolyn. The savory smell of the meatballs immediately filled her nostrils.

Gwendolyn gulped instinctively looking at the dishes in front of her. Meanwhile, the man sitting across from her had started indulging in the food.

Although on the surface he looked no different from his usual self, he seemed more graceful and sophisticated as he ate.

Somehow, Gwendolyn managed to spot a trace of satisfaction on his face. The food must be delicious.

Seeing that she kept drinking water, Patrick placed a few meatballs onto his plate.

Taking a bite, he remarked, “This tastes so good. It's a pity that you're on a diet.”

Envious, the woman watched as Patrick savored every mouthful of the food.

She remembered back when she was still a student, she used to come here quite often just to have the meatballs.

As the dish was popular, there was always a long queue in front of the restaurant. If she came late, all the meatballs would be sold out.

Not able to resist anymore, she took the fork and reached for her favorite dish.

“Ms. Ashton, I thought you're on a diet? Do you want to be a pig?”