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Chapter 718 Confrontation
When Lucy was done preparing the fondue ingredients, a housekeeper brought everything to the dining
table and cooked them. The other dishes had also been served up.
Glancing at the food Gwendolyn had made, Lucy leaned over and commented, “Those look really
nutritious. Not bad! It looks like your cooking's improved a lot.”
Gwendolyn recalled how a certain woman was once Patrick's chef. She had once tasted the woman's
cooking and thought that Patrick was amazing for being able to put up with it.
Well, my cooking probably got better thanks to all his advice.
She turned to Lucy and chuckled.
“Yeah, my cooking's really gotten better. Give it a try later.”
Estelle took a plate and gave Gwendolyn's food a try. Then, she nodded at Lucy.
“It's good, especially this pot roast. It's so tender and flavorful.”
This was Patrick's favorite dish, so Gwendolyn had specifically asked Camille to teach her how to cook
it. She had also gotten her two boys to help improve the recipe. You can't find any pot roast better than
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Her sons had given her the confidence to believe that.
Estelle fed Lucy a mouthful. “Try it. It's so good! You have to teach me how to make this, Gwen!”
Lucy's eyes widened. “D*mn! This is even better than Camille's.”
Then, she nudged Gwendolyn and teased, “You actually learned how to cook this all because of a
certain someone, huh? I'm going to tell him.”
The latter grabbed onto her immediately. “Don't, Luce! He's already forgotten all about me, so just act
as if none of this happened.”
Being able to watch over him from a distance and make his favorite dishes was more than enough for
her.
When no one else was around, all she wanted was a hug like earlier today, and she would have no
regrets.
Lucy sighed. “Okay, I won't make things hard for you, Mrs. Surrington.”
That title struck a nerve in Gwendolyn.
Indeed, she was Mrs. Surrington. Moreover, Zayden had changed so much, going as far as to threaten
her using her children that she dared not even bring up a divorce.
She had to live every single day in fear, worried that he would hurt her precious babies.
At dinner, Lucas particularly liked Lucy's fondue and couldn't stop eating it. Even Kevin enjoyed it and
gave her a thumbs up.
“Well done, Lucy. You should start a fondue business.”
The dish was especially tasty, and the spiciness complemented it well.
While eating the fondue, Estelle gazed at the pot roast in front of Patrick. She couldn't get over it and
wanted more, but it was too far away from her.
Kevin noticed her staring at it.
“Do you want some of this?” he asked, lifting the plate and placing it in front of her.
Gwendolyn gaped slightly. But I made that for Patrick...
Lucy caught the look on Gwendolyn's face and burst into laughter.
“That dish was specially made for a certain someone! Put it back, Mr. Chavez.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmEstelle hurriedly grabbed a few pieces of meat before turning to Kevin.
“Gwen made this just for Mr. Lowen. Give it back!” she exclaimed in embarrassment.
But still, it's way too good! This is the best pot roast I've ever had!
Patrick glanced at the dish. He had tasted it just a while ago, and it was indeed delicious.
So, she made it just for me?
“Not bad, Ms. Ashton,” he uttered with a slight curl of his lips.
Gwendolyn was initially mad at Lucy and even kicked her underneath the table, but hearing the man
compliment her so straightforwardly made her grin.
“Help yourself to more, Mr. Lowen.”
At that very moment, her phone rang. It was a call from Zayden.
Not wanting to answer it, she muted her phone.
Yet, after the call hung up on its own, the man called her again—as though he would keep doing so
until she picked up.
With that, Gwendolyn could only answer the phone. “Hello?”
“Where did Suzanne go? Did you chase her out?”