Perfect CEO

Chapter 269

They first entered mansion seven. Even though this mansion was incomparable to Patrick's, it was still considered big, with three floors and a front and back yard.

It was more than enough to accommodate Gwendolyn's family of four and Camille.

Camille examined the house and exclaimed, “Wow! This is too spacious. I can even grow some vegetables in the yard's empty space.”

Gwendolyn nodded in approval. After all, eating home-grown vegetables was healthier.

The structure and area of the three houses were the same, for Michael was a fair man.

Patrick inspected the house. Initially, he assumed the place would require renovation and furnishings to be habitable. Unexpectedly, the house was fully furnished. Besides that, he could tell that the furniture was installed recently.

It was evident that Gwendolyn's grandfather treated them very well, having planned out every single aspect for them.

Juliette sat in front of the piano and began playing a piece. She had learned piano for more than a year. Alas, she only knew how to play simple tunes.

Nevertheless, she felt elated to finally have a piano of her own. Moreover, it was even in her favorite color—white.

Gwendolyn was somewhat surprised, as she, too, presumed she would need to fork out money for

renovation and so on.

In an excited tone, Camille said, “Gwen, I think we can move in tonight. There's everything we need here.”

When Juliette heard that, she turned around and chimed in, “Gwen, I'd like to sleep here tonight. I like this place!”

Gwendolyn smiled. “Okay, then! We'll stay here tonight!”

Patrick even consciously checked the electricity, gas, water, and heater, only to find them all enabled.

It was indeed fine for them to move in right away.

Standing a short distance away, the man raised his hand and coughed lightly.

“Gwendolyn, I'm hungry.”

Hearing that, Gwendolyn immediately became wary. She feared he would expose the fact that she owed him money.

Even though she had some savings now, she was reluctant to take out the money to settle the debt, as the IOU itself was unreasonable. Hence, she would rather pay him with her labor.

Rising to her feet, she said, “Mr. Lowen, please take a seat and rest for a bit. Ms. Ziegler and I will go and prepare the food now.”

Camille stood up as well. I can definitely make a table full of delicacies in such a spacious kitchen.

“Where's the farmer's market? I'll go and get some groceries.”

Gwendolyn's brows furrowed slightly. There was no farmer's market nearby as people living in this area typically had servants who would prepare everything. It was unlike the ordinary residential area where a convenience store would be right around the corner.

She whipped out her phone and prepared to make a grocery delivery order.

Yet, Patrick stretched out a finger and hooked her over.

“There are food ingredients in my house. Come with me.”

Camille smiled faintly upon hearing that. No matter from what perspective she looked at Patrick, she felt the man was pleasing to the eyes.

We'll become neighbors from now on. Gwen doesn't have a man in her house, so we must be on good terms with Mr. Lowen. Even if he and Gwen aren't a couple, he can help her when she needs help.

Being hooked toward him with his finger, Gwendolyn felt slightly sweet deep down. This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

It surprised her to feel the sweet moments that only existed between couples. Although they had not established a relationship, they had kissed several times, and their relationship had undergone some changes.

After leaving mansion seven, Patrick pulled her into his embrace and lowered his gaze to look at her.

“Mansion seven, it is. It's closest to me,” he stated.

When I miss her at night, I'd be able to climb over to meet her. How convenient.

While the man thought of that, Gwendolyn nodded at him.

“I also feel mansion seven's better. It's closer to you and receives enough sunlight.”

Patrick reached out to caress her head, his eyes filling with adoration.

After entering his house, she went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and began selecting the food ingredients she wanted.

Patrick took a bottle of water and opened the cap before delivering it to her. Gwendolyn accepted it and took a sip. After that, he took it back and sipped on the same bottle of water she had just drunk out of.

Her eyes slightly widened. “Patrick, I just drank that.”