Super CEO Daddy

Chapter 548

Chapter 548 You Are Hurt

Nate smiled at Gwendolyn when she emerged from the private room.

“Lowen has always been like that, young lady. Don't take it to heart. I have another grandson. Why don't I introduce you to him instead?”

Nate noticed how beautiful and sweet she was.

Being a good judge of character, I can tell she's a decent girl. Lowen might think little other, but not me! Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Gwendolyn laughed. “Thank you for your consoling words, sir, but I am not upset.”

After bidding Nate farewell, she exited the cafe and awaited a cab at the entrance.

Suddenly, her phone rang.

“Zayden,” she answered.

“Were you with Patrick last night, Gwen?”

He called that morning, but Patrick answered the phone and told him she was still asleep. Zayden had been so furious that he thrashed his study.

Gwendolyn pursed her lips. “Don't overthink, Zayden. I'm coming back now. Aren't you having a follow- up with the psychologist

today? I'll be there with you.”

Not daring to overexcite him, she changed the subject.

Zayden was sharp enough to grow suspicious when Gwendolyn refused to speak, but he played along with her.

“All right. I'll wait for you.”

Gwendolyn heaved a sigh after hanging up.

I haven't seen the children since yesterday. I must get back early and spend time with them.

Gwendolyn hailed a cab to Dragonhill Mansion. It rained the entire way but stopped upon her arrival at her destination.

The air was heavy with the smell of damp earth. It was quiet all around; not even the birds sang. Step by step, she trudged along the wet path toward the house and pressed the doorbell upon arriving at Zayden's mansion.

Seeing the figure at the door, Suzanne hastened to his bedroom on the second floor.

“Ms. Ashton is back, Mr. Surrington! Should we let her in?”

She glanced instinctively at his bandaged hand as she spoke. During his outburst that morning, he smashed the glass bookshelf and lost a lot of blood when his hand was cut by the shards.

Zayden was dressed in a white shirt and black trousers, and standing by the window.

He had already seen the woman standing in wait at the door. She still looks innocently clueless but has learned to lie and change the subject.

“What do you think?” he snarled.

As Zayden was in a foul mood that day, Suzanne did not wish to provoke him, so she returned downstairs after a noncommittal grunt.

Along the way, she muttered to herself, “I don't understand people. Why is he always unhappy? He should be like me instead. With good food, I would be happy enough not to be encumbered by frustration.”

Suzanne smiled in greeting when she opened the door.

“You're home, Ms. Ashton. Mr. Surrington is waiting for you upstairs. He's been in a bad mood after a phone call this morning and has hurt his hand. Don't anger him, please?”

It sounded like concern that Zayden would make things difficult, but those were the words he wanted her to hear.

Gwendolyn's expression turned peculiar at those words. She strode into the mansion and hurried up the stairs into Zayden's bedroom.

Swiftly arriving before him, she took his hand.

“Ouch!”

Zayden grimaced in pain as she prodded his wound.

Glowering at him, Gwendolyn admonished, “So you do know pain! Why did you have to hurt yourself?”

Then, she asked, “Has he received medical attention, Suzanne? Is it serious? Was it the doctor who treated it?”

Zayden, in his present state, was a patient to Gwendolyn.

Like a glass doll at risk of shattering at any moment, he required careful and delicate handling.

Suzanne's sharp ears detected Gwendolyn's summon from up downstairs. At once, she hurried up.

A moment later, she poked her head in. “Did you ask for me, Ms. Ashton?”