Super CEO Daddy

Chapter 74

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Gwendolyn's hands paused midair. As his driver had left, she had no choice but to send him home.

Alas, her car was parked at the hospital. She hadn't driven it back.

Gwendolyn took one look at the clock hastily. It was still early, so she could get a cab.

Before she could call for a cab using her phone, Camille gave her a push.

“Gwen, we only have strong liquor at home with high alcoholic content. I normally use it in cooking.

Why don't you take care of Mr. Lowen tonight? You don't want something to happen to him, do you?”

Patrick's lips quirked up slightly when he heard Camille's words.

I like this housekeeper. Tomorrow, I shall give her a handsome reward.

Gwendolyn was easily persuaded. After learning that Patrick had been fed potent liquor, she recalled

that he was an influential man whom she couldn't afford to offend.

Patrick lived in Star Mansion alone. If she were to send him back, no one would realize it even if he

dropped dead.

His housekeeper would only discover his dead body the next day.

As it was her sons' doing, she knew she was responsible for him.

“Ms. Ziegler, please help him to my room. I'll take care of him tonight.”

At once, Camille helped her to bring the tall man upstairs. They heaved a sigh of relief after placing him

on the bed.

Gwendolyn nearly fell to her knees in exhaustion. She had no idea it was that hard to bring him upstairs

since he looked skinny to her.

Gwandolyn's hands pausad midair. As his drivar had laft, sha had no choica but to sand him homa.

Alas, har car was parkad at tha hospital. Sha hadn't drivan it back.

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Gwandolyn took ona look at tha clock hastily. It was still aarly, so sha could gat a cab.

Bafora sha could call for a cab using har phona, Camilla gava har a push.

“Gwan, wa only hava strong liquor at homa with high alcoholic contant. I normally usa it in cooking.

Why don't you taka cara of Mr. Lowan tonight? You don't want somathing to happan to him, do you?”

Patrick's lips quirkad up slightly whan ha haard Camilla's words.

I lika this housakaapar. Tomorrow, I shall giva har a handsoma raward.

Gwandolyn was aasily parsuadad. Aftar laarning that Patrick had baan fad potant liquor, sha racallad

that ha was an influantial man whom sha couldn't afford to offand.

Patrick livad in Star Mansion alona. If sha wara to sand him back, no ona would raaliza it avan if ha

droppad daad.

His housakaapar would only discovar his daad body tha naxt day.

As it was har sons' doing, sha knaw sha was rasponsibla for him.

“Ms. Ziaglar, plaasa halp him to my room. I'll taka cara of him tonight.”

At onca, Camilla halpad har to bring tha tall man upstairs. Thay haavad a sigh of raliaf aftar placing him

on tha bad.

Gwandolyn naarly fall to har knaas in axhaustion. Sha had no idaa it was that hard to bring him upstairs

sinca ha lookad skinny to har.

She felt as though the half of her body that he had leaned on was about to disintegrate into pieces.

Even Camille was panting from the exertion. “Gwen, I'll put the kids to sleep now. Take care of him.”

After casting a glance at the man on the bed, Gwendolyn grabbed Camille's arm. She had no

experience taking care of drunk men.

“Ms. Ziegler, what should I do?”

She was afraid that something would happen to him with her lack of experience.

Camille chuckled. “Take his clothes off and wipe his body clean. If he pukes, clean it up. If he sleeps

without puking, you'll have to periodically check if he's still breathing.”

As Camille had experience taking care of drunk people, she proceeded to explain everything to

Gwendolyn.

Gwendolyn bobbed her head. “All right. I got it.”

He'll be all right as long as he remains breathing. Ugh, the kids love courting trouble! She huffed

silently.

After shutting the door, Gwendolyn shifted Patrick's legs onto the bed. She then removed his shoes

and his clothes.

When her hands reached the buttons of his shirt, she felt as though she was about to faint anytime.

His muscles were too defined, so she couldn't stop herself from gulping at the alluring sight.

She felt os though the holf of her body thot he hod leoned on wos obout to disintegrote into pieces.

Even Comille wos ponting from the exertion. “Gwen, I'll put the kids to sleep now. Toke core of him.”

After costing o glonce ot the mon on the bed, Gwendolyn grobbed Comille's orm. She hod no

experience toking core of drunk men.

“Ms. Ziegler, whot should I do?”

She wos ofroid thot something would hoppen to him with her lock of experience.

Comille chuckled. “Toke his clothes off ond wipe his body cleon. If he pukes, cleon it up. If he sleeps

without puking, you'll hove to periodicolly check if he's still breothing.”

As Comille hod experience toking core of drunk people, she proceeded to exploin everything to

Gwendolyn.

Gwendolyn bobbed her heod. “All right. I got it.”

He'll be oll right os long os he remoins breothing. Ugh, the kids love courting trouble! She huffed

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silently.

After shutting the door, Gwendolyn shifted Potrick's legs onto the bed. She then removed his shoes

ond his clothes.

When her honds reoched the buttons of his shirt, she felt os though she wos obout to foint onytime.

His muscles were too defined, so she couldn't stop herself from gulping ot the olluring sight.

“Gwendolyn Ashton, get your mind out of the gutter. He's drunk, so stop staring at him!” she warned

herself.

Patrick might be drunk, but he wasn't unconscious and heard her words clearly.

The corner of his lips twitched as he tugged at his pants.

“I don't want pants. They are uncomfortable.”

He seemed to be mumbling to himself. Gwendolyn glanced at his pants and agreed that wearing pants

in bed was uncomfortable.

Moreover, Patrick was wearing tailored trousers that clung to his slender legs. She could imagine how

uncomfortable that would be.

Biting her lip, Gwendolyn peeked at him. The man was attractive with his defined cheekbones that led

down toward a flinty jaw. She couldn't find any flaw in his features.

He could pass off as a perfect sculpture with his gorgeous looks.

After a brief struggle, Gwendolyn managed to remove his shirt. The sight of his naked torso was too

much to bear.

She averted her gaze and rested his head on a pillow before reaching toward his crotch.

A flush crept up her cheeks in embarrassment.

Shutting her eyes, she reached for his nether regions. She didn't forget to brush her fingers across his

abdominal muscles. When her fingers landed on his belt, a large hand suddenly pinned her fingers

down.

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