Chapter 695 What A Woman Wants

• For the rest of the dinner, everyone enjoyed the meal in silence, and Gwendolyn would occasionally help fill Patrick's plate with food.
• “This is your favorite,” she uttered as she scooped him some pot roast.
• Ha. This reminds me of the past. I remember how Patrick used to make me cook for him every day. Even if my food tasted terrible, he'd still polish off every morsel. I might not have been aware of it then, but that was his way of blatantly loving me, huh?