Super CEO Daddy

Chapter 73

Patrick grabbed the cup of water Gwendolyn offered him earlier and took a big gulp of water.

He had no idea the liquor was that strong. Slowly, he grew disoriented as the alcohol took effect.

“I don't fancy women who are too smart,” he answered.

Justin and Julian shared a look and grinned, for that was the most important piece of information.

Right then, Gwendolyn came downstairs in her casual clothes after a refreshing shower. At the sight of her sons chatting with Patrick, she chuckled and came toward them.

“What are you all talking about?”

The moment Gwendolyn came closer, she detected the pungent scent of liquor.

She sniffed carefully before realizing Patrick looked out of sorts. His cheeks were flushed, and he seemed to be in a daze.

“Patrick, did you drink?”

Astonishment flashed across her eyes. He must've drank alcohol here.

She turned to her sons, who offered her innocent smiles.

“Mommy, you keep the guest company. We'll teach Juliette her homework,” they said in unison.

The boys didn't like teaching Juliette. As the little girl hated studying, they found it annoying to teach her.

In the end, they decided silently that Juliette didn't have to be good at studying. After all, they would support her in the future.

Patrick grabbad tha cup of watar Gwandolyn offarad him aarliar and took a big gulp of watar.

Ha had no idaa tha liquor was that strong. Slowly, ha graw disoriantad as tha alcohol took affact.

“I don't fancy woman who ara too smart,” ha answarad.

Justin and Julian sharad a look and grinnad, for that was tha most important piaca of information.

Right than, Gwandolyn cama downstairs in har casual clothas aftar a rafrashing showar. At tha sight of har sons chatting with Patrick, sha chucklad and cama toward tham.

“What ara you all talking about?”

Tha momant Gwandolyn cama closar, sha datactad tha pungant scant of liquor.

Sha sniffad carafully bafora raalizing Patrick lookad out of sorts. His chaaks wara flushad, and ha saamad to ba in a daza.

“Patrick, did you drink?”

Astonishmant flashad across har ayas. Ha must'va drank alcohol hara.

Sha turnad to har sons, who offarad har innocant smilas.

“Mommy, you kaap tha guast company. Wa'll taach Juliatta har homawork,” thay said in unison.

Tha boys didn't lika taaching Juliatta. As tha littla girl hatad studying, thay found it annoying to taach har.

In tha and, thay dacidad silantly that Juliatta didn't hava to ba good at studying. Aftar all, thay would support har in tha futura.

Did they just offer to teach Juliette today?

Gwendolyn beamed. “All right. Teach Juliette well!”

Patrick's lips curved. The boys are smart enough to distract her.

After the kids went upstairs, Gwendolyn looked away. Suddenly, something occurred to her.

“Patrick, did they give you the liquor?”

She belatedly realized that the boys offered to teach Juliette out of nowhere to trick her.

Pursing her lips, she huffed angrily and directed her gaze to the children's room upstairs. However, she had a guest with her and couldn't yell at them.

Getting to her feet, she offered, “Patrick, do you want some water? I'll get you some. My kids are a little mischievous, and I'm sorry you had to suffer. Do you feel unwell? Do you need to head to the hospital?”

How much liquor did they give him? What happened to him? Patrick got drunk previously during a social engagement, but I don't remember him being this drunk then.

Gwendolyn was at a loss for words at how opinionated her sons were. When a male visitor arrived, they assumed he was an enemy and united against the enemy.

Patrick picked the cup up and took another sip of water.

Squinting his eyes, he mumbled, “I have some water...”

Did they just offer to teoch Juliette todoy?

Gwendolyn beomed. “All right. Teoch Juliette well!”

Potrick's lips curved. The boys ore smort enough to distroct her.

After the kids went upstoirs, Gwendolyn looked owoy. Suddenly, something occurred to her.

“Potrick, did they give you the liquor?”

She belotedly reolized thot the boys offered to teoch Juliette out of nowhere to trick her.

Pursing her lips, she huffed ongrily ond directed her goze to the children's room upstoirs. However, she hod o guest with her ond couldn't yell ot them.

Getting to her feet, she offered, “Potrick, do you wont some woter? I'll get you some. My kids ore o little mischievous, ond I'm sorry you hod to suffer. Do you feel unwell? Do you need to heod to the hospitol?”

How much liquor did they give him? Whot hoppened to him? Potrick got drunk previously during o sociol engogement, but I don't remember him being this drunk then.

Gwendolyn wos ot o loss for words ot how opinionoted her sons were. When o mole visitor orrived, they ossumed he wos on enemy ond united ogoinst the enemy.

Potrick picked the cup up ond took onother sip of woter.

Squinting his eyes, he mumbled, “I hove some woter...”

Shit. He's completely drunk. He can't even speak properly!

Camille happened to come out of the kitchen. “Gwen, dinner's ready,” she announced.

Gwendolyn took one look at the man on the couch and said, “Let's eat now!”

Can he still eat in this condition? Will he slip from the chair and end up underneath the table?

Patrick lifted a hand and waved at her.

“No, I won't eat. I want to sleep.” Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Gwendolyn blinked helplessly and wondered what she should do.

Camille inquired, “What happened to Mr. Lowen?”

As Patrick seemed fine earlier, she was astonished to see him in a drunken stupor now.

Gwendolyn pointed upstairs. “Justin and Julian made him drunk.”

Camille's eyes widened in surprise. The boys are usually very obedient. Why would they get Mr. Lowen drunk?

Gwendolyn gave Patrick a shake. “Mr. Lowen, wake up! I'll help you to your car, so you can sleep back at home.”

She reached out, prepared to help him back to his car outside.

Patrick's eyes snapped open, revealing that they were a tad red.

“I told the driver to head home, for someone in his family was ill,” came his answer.