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Patrick let out an icy snort. “You? Who do you think you are?”
He refrained from taking any action against her, considering she was a woman and also because Hector had taken a liking to
her. He hoped that she would understand her position without him having to teach her a lesson.
Felicia's countenance instantly became crestfallen as disappointment and sadness etched themselves across her face.
Gradually, she sat up and uttered, “Patrick, I love you. I've been by your side for the past few months, and after everything that
happened, I realized I was most afraid of losing you.”
While speaking, she extended her arms to embrace Patrick.
Patrick walked away as he didn't want her to touch him. He even shot a disgusted look at the spot where she lay earlier.
Whipping out his phone, he dialed a number.
“Send someone to my room to change my bed.”
Felicia's eyes became as wide as saucers. Do I disgust him that much? Is he seriously changing his bed just because I lay on it
for a while?
“Patrick, why are you doing this to me? I'm an Ashton and also the daughter of the Ashton family. Is there any difference
between me and Gwendolyn?”
To the Ashton family, she held a far more significant place than Gwendolyn, which made it hard for her to comprehend why he
would choose Gwendolyn over her.
Patrick sat on the couch and pointed at the door coldly. “Ms. Ashton, please leave my room. Otherwise, I'll get my bodyguard to
kick you out.”
So what if she's Grandpa's guest? If she upsets me, I'll kick her out. I don't mind getting beaten up by Grandpa.

Felicia pressed her lips together and forced herself not to cry as she climbed out of bed.
After giving Patrick one last look, she ran out of the room.
Before long, the servants arrived with fresh sheets to change for him. He instructed, “Have them change the bed too.”
The servants belatedly understood what he wanted. “All right, Mr. Lowen.”
Luckily, they had spare furniture stored in the storeroom, so there was no need to panic.
Otherwise, they would have had to rush to the shopping mall to buy a new bed. If that were the case, there was no telling how
long it would take for him to get a new bed.
There were actually many rooms in the Lowen residence, but Patrick had slept in this room since young. It held great sentimental
value to him, prompting him to prioritize getting the bed changed swiftly.
As the servants got to work on replacing his bed, Patrick proceeded to the balcony.
He lit up a cigarette and glanced at the night sky.
The hour was still early, and the night breeze felt pleasantly soothing.
September had arrived, signaling the approach of autumn.
Right then, Jocelyn's phone call arrived. A servant handed him his phone. “Mr. Lowen, your phone is ringing.”
Patrick bit on his cigarette as he accepted the phone. He narrowed his gaze at the caller ID, which showed the name “Dr. Dunn.”
Frowning, he answered the call. “Dr. Dunn.”

The woman on the other end of the line stiffened.
He called me “Jocelyn” at dinner today, but now I'm just “Dr. Dunn” to him. It's obvious he was merely using me.
“Patrick, I will be leaving tomorrow.”
He was the reason she came to Avenport. Initially, she assumed she would stay here forever for his sake.
Alas, after tonight's events, she realized she was no match for Gwendolyn.
Furthermore, she had come to realize just how unique and captivating Gwendolyn truly was. Gwendolyn's charm was something
that most men would find unforgettable. She couldn't deny that Gwendolyn was absolutely adorable.
In fact, she adored Gwendolyn and secretly wished to witness Patrick learning a lesson from her.
Patrick had broken her heart, and she felt that no one else could defeat him.
After tonight's events, however, she thought that Gwendolyn was his weak spot.
If Patrick were to end up with Gwendolyn, it would fulfill the wishes of many people who yearned to see him face some
challenges and difficulties.
“Okay. I'll get Liam to drop you off at the airport tomorrow. What time is your flight?”
Patrick had already prepared a check for her. She operated on him and saved his life, so money was the best reward.
Right then, a housekeeper ran over to him. “Mr. Lowen, something is happening to Old Mr. Lowen. He keeps bothering Old Mrs.
Lowen, and she's asking for help!”