Perfect CEO

Chapter 196

Gwendolyn's expressions changed. She looked down and saw that he hadn't loosened his grip. He was still holding on to her tightly.

She frowned and lifted her head to look at him.

“What's wrong?” He looked back at her calmly. This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

Gwendolyn bit her lip. Is he so drunk that he failed to realize where he's pinching? Forget it. I can't be thinking about that now. I have to get him into the car first.

She took him outside. Each step she took made her feel as though she was going to die from exhaustion.

Why are men so tall? What's the use of having such a long body and long legs?

Patrick couldn't help but smile when she noticed the frown on the woman's face.

Gwendolyn ignored him. She was basically dragging him outside.

A few waiters came over at that moment, wanting to help her. But Patrick shot them a look. They were so stunned that they quickly retreated.

Gwendolyn looked at the few waiters who were retreating and said, “Don't go. I need help. Just help me get him into the car.”

The waiters shook their heads. “We're sorry, Miss. We're busy and we have to go. Please excuse us.”

After saying that, they immediately left for the kitchen.

Gwendolyn sighed. “How can they be so heartless? Can't they see that I'm dying here?”

Patrick turned his head and looked at her. His smile widened when he took in the resentment written all over her face.

Despite her complaints, Gwendolyn still walked forward with all her might and finally got him to the elevator.

Patrick buried his head in the crook of her neck. “Gwendolyn, why do you smell so good? What brand of perfume do you use?”

Tired and drenched in sweat, Gwendolyn turned her head to look at him. “Mr. Lowen, are you really drunk? I smell good? I don't think so.”

She no longer wore perfume ever since she had a kid because it wasn't good for young children and their sense of smell.

“Yeah, you smell very good and very sweet.”

Gwendolyn grinned and caressed his head.

“Patrick, I think you're cute when you're drunk.”

The man wasn't as serious as how he usually spoke, and his tone was a lot warmer as if he was whining to her.

It made her feel a sense of warmth.

Patrick's lips gently grazed her neck. He thought she smelled really good as he listened to her words and allowed her to pat his head as if he was a dog.

This silly girl must really think that I'm drunk.

He sucked her neck and planted a few hickeys there.

Gwendolyn felt ticklish, so she lifted his head and asked, “Patrick, what are you doing?”

She then lifted her hand to touch that tingling and numb spot.

Patrick looked at the red mark he had left and his eyes shone because it looked seductive, arousing him.

“I wanted some candy.”

As he spoke, his eyes become darker and darker, like that of ink.

“Mr. Lowen, where is the driver waiting for us? First floor or the basement?”

“It's Larry's mom's birthday. I let him take a day off.”

In other words, there was no car, no assistant, and no driver.

Gwendolyn almost lost her balance. Does that mean I have to carry him and hail a cab? If only I could pretend to pass out so that someone could call an ambulance to send us home.

The elevator arrived on the first floor. Gwendolyn dragged him toward the door and attracted the attention of many people, not only because a petite woman like her was supporting a tall and lanky man, but because the man was handsome and the woman was beautiful.

Gwendolyn could not be bothered anymore. She helped him to the side of the road and wanted to call a cab.

Patrick cooperated by taking a few steps, and the two of them stood by the road. The Uber was still there, so the driver drove over and stopped before them.

“Hey, beautiful, is your husband all right?”