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Chapter 721 She Is Responsible For His Behavior Change
Gwendolyn did not dare to turn her head to look at Patrick. Thankfully, he did not remember her
anymore.
She pondered what thoughts might have crossed the mind of the previous Patrick if he had witnessed
how Zayden had behaved toward her.
It's good that he doesn't remember me. He won't meddle in my affairs anymore.
Zayden got into the car and left.
Patrick tossed the cigarette bud onto the ground, his high-quality leather shoes pressing down on it
firmly.
His gaze trailed the car until it vanished at the entrance, and the iron gate closed slowly.
He took out his phone and dialed a number. “Follow Zayden's car and see where they're heading.”
“All right, Mr. Lowen,” his subordinate replied.
A faint light of realization flickered in Patrick's eyes after he ended the call.
It appears that Zayden isn't treating her kindly.
Lucy, who overheard the commotion, came out and inquired, “What happened?”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtPatrick glanced at her before asking nonchalantly, “Is Ms. Ashton a victim of domestic abuse?”
Lucy glanced at the courtyard but did not see Gwendolyn or anyone else. “Definitely not.”
Lucy was well aware of the kind of person Zayden was. He embodied the qualities of a true gentleman,
someone who cherished and cared for Gwendolyn profoundly. There's no way he'll abuse her. It's just a
shame that Gwen doesn't seem interested in him.
“I'm glad to hear that.” After he spoke, he turned and walked back into the house.
Somehow, Lucy sensed that Patrick was not in a good mood. Why does he look so moody? Hadn't he
forgotten Gwen? I guess there are still lingering feelings deep down.
Meanwhile, Zayden accelerated on the road, causing Gwendolyn to feel uneasy. She promptly secured
her seatbelt and spoke up. “Could you please slow down?”
She could not afford to get into an accident, as her three children still needed her. I don't want to die,
either.
“What's the matter? Scared of dying?” Zayden's lips curved into a baffling grin, a touch of malice
gleaming in his eyes. “Gwendolyn, you're mine now. If we're going to die, we die together.”
As he finished speaking, he suddenly let out a cold, chilling smirk, his voice deep and indifferent,
creating an eerie atmosphere inside the car.
Gwendolyn leaned back in her seat, avoiding looking outside. The car was weaving through traffic, and
it felt dangerously fast.
She was scared, but she did not want him to notice her fear.
He continued driving, laughing with an unsettling expression on his face.
It was not until the car came to a halt that Gwendolyn's pounding heart began to ease. She exhaled
deeply, releasing the tension that had gripped her.
As Zayden turned to her with an icy smile, Gwendolyn regained her composure, grateful that they were
now safe.
Meeting his frigid gaze, she came to realize that she had very little understanding of this aspect of
Zayden's character.
“Get out of the car,” he commanded in a cold tone, then swung the door open and stepped out with an
air of arrogance.
Gwendolyn peered out of the window and recognized that they had arrived at the Surrington residence.
Following their marriage, Zayden seldom visited this location with her. He had previously expressed his
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmwish to spare her from any uncomfortable situations, hence avoiding bringing her to the family
residence. Gwendolyn found comfort in this arrangement.
After opening the door, she got out of the vehicle.
She noticed Angeline and the housekeeper walking over from a distance to welcome her. Angeline was
wearing an elegant aqua-green gown, radiating grace and sophistication.
Standing before Zayden, Angeline greeted him with a grin. “Zay, you're back.”
Zayden brushed aside her hand when she reached for his face. “Don't touch me.”
With those words, he headed toward the house, leaving Angeline visibly surprised, her mouth partially
agape, as she watched him stride away.
Noticing the disappointment on Angeline's face, Gwendolyn walked over to her, calling out, “Mom.”
Angeline snapped back to reality at that moment, her expression turning cold. “Did you upset Zayden
again? Ever since you married him, I haven't seen him smile. I thought he genuinely liked you before,
which is why I allowed you into our family. Even though his eyes have recovered now, my son has
changed. He's become distant with me, and it's all your fault, Gwendolyn.”
Gwendolyn pressed her lips together, silently sighing. “I'm sorry!”
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