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Gwendolyn widened her eyes. W-What am I going to do now? Am I really going to keep my mouth shut
and say nothing?
She felt resentment filling her heart at the thought of that. What Zayden just said made her more
depressed.
She could only bear with it, telling herself she must explain it clearly when she had the chance later.
Michael noticed the look on the duo's faces and said nothing further. Instead, he switched the topic.
“Gwen, Zayden will be in your care now. Why don't you bring him around to get to know our relatives
and friends?”
Gwendolyn thought everyone had known Zayden just now, and she did not need to introduce him
anymore.
“Sure, Grandpa.” Nevertheless, she obeyed her grandfather's words and grabbed Zayden's hand.
“Let's go. I'll take you for a walk outside.”
She thought she should give the walk a pass considering Zayden couldn't see a thing. It'd be great if
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Zayden held her hand tightly with a warm smile. “Old Mr. Ashton, we'll take our leave, then.”
Michael looked at the man before him. This guy is well-spoken and has an excellent temperament. It's
not a loss for Gwen to be with him. But his eyes... Since he said it could be cured, he must have found
a doctor. Anyway, I'll feel at ease as long as his eyes can be cured.
Zayden saw the dark look on Gwendolyn's face. The woman would space out whenever she was
unhappy. She was in a daze at that time, seemingly lost in her thoughts.
He slightly knitted his brows and asked, “Gwen, you're not mad at me for coming here, are you?”
After all, she had been rejecting him. Yet, he had not only made his appearance but also promised
Michael he would treat her well. All these promises implied that the two of them would get married.
Gwendolyn shook her head. “No, I'm not. No one dares to stop Grandpa from doing what he wants to
do. But Zayden, I no longer know how to cover your lie.”
She pouted. Why did Zayden tell Grandpa that he was the father of my three kids? If we were to
change our words now, it would be akin to lying to Grandpa before this. Argh! This is so annoying!
Back then, Gwendolyn was not in her right mind and did not explain herself so that her three children
would not be called illegitimate children.
It was true that one should not lie, and covering a lie with more lies was tiring.
Zayden held her hand tightly. “Gwen, I have already become like this. Are you shunning me like others,
too?”
He was about to let go of her hand after saying that. However, Gwendolyn hurriedly held it back,
refusing to let go.
“Don't let go of my hand, and watch your steps,” she reminded.
With an icy expression, Zayden spoke in a deep voice. “Gwen, I truly treat the three kids as my own. Or
do you want others to take them for illegitimate children?”
Gwendolyn certainly did not wish for that to happen, nor did she want her three sweethearts to be
affected by it.
“Zayden, I know you're doing this for our good. Let's not talk about it anymore.”
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There was no way she could explain the matter clearly at this juncture.
She pushed the door open and carefully helped Zayden out.
Suzanne had been waiting at the door, holding a lot of food with some cream beside her mouth.
Once she saw the duo walking out of the study, she ran toward Zayden happily.
“Mr. Surrington, it's fun here! And there's a lot of delicious food!”
Zayden frowned upon hearing that. “Find yourself a seat to enjoy the food, then. Don't follow us.”
He thought it was inconvenient with Suzanne around, and he would prefer for Gwendolyn and him to
be alone together. It was easier to enhance their relationship in that way.
Suzanne blinked her big eyes. “Mr. Surrington, can you do it without me?”
She was used to taking care of Zayden and was afraid he would be unable to do it without her while
pretending to be blind.
Gwendolyn flashed her a smile. “Just enjoy yourself and leave him to me.”
She did not know how to take care of someone before but was skilled at that now.
It was all thanks to Patrick, who had personally trained her before, that she was so capable.
Suzanne nodded in response. Suddenly, she felt the dessert and walnut cookies weren't that delicious
anymore. It befuddled her. What's happening to me? Am I really getting accustomed to being a little
servant?
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