Perfect CEO

Chapter 75

Gwendolyn opened her eyes slightly. As the man pressed her hand down, she was currently touching his... Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

She nearly yelled out loud. Instinctively, she tried to pull back, but the man refused to release his grip on her.

Gwendolyn panicked and tried her best to free herself. Alas, she was no match for his strength.

Nibbling on her lip, she couldn't stop tears from welling up in her eyes. Her cheeks were as red as a tomato, and she felt as though she was on fire.

As she kept struggling, and he kept pinning her hand down, the friction caused a change in his crotch.

The change was clear to Gwendolyn, and she grew increasingly anxious.

What should I do? What do I do now?

Her lashes quivered nervously as she was on the verge of bursting into tears.

This was the first time she had ever taken care of a drunk man. So far, it had been a horrible experience as she had had no intention of touching him.

Patrick's breathing turned heavy. If she doesn't stop, I might lose control at any moment.

Thus, he released her hand and muttered, “Take it off...”

Finally, Gwendolyn regained freedom. She took a few deep breaths to calm down.

The previous exchange had drained her completely. It felt more tiring than having to run five whole kilometers. Sweat had drenched her clothes despite the low temperature in the room.

It was wintertime, but she was sweating profusely. That was tormenting!

Gwendolyn shoved Patrick and called, “Mr. Lowen, Patrick, jerk.”

When the man didn't respond, Gwendolyn reached out to unbuckle his belt. She clenched her jaw and unzipped his pants.

Oh, how awkward. This is so embarrassing! Anxiety gripped her heart.

She nearly collapsed in exhaustion after removing his expensive tailored trousers. Staggering backward, she leaned on the closet and panted heavily.

After getting rid of his pants, the man felt much better.

Without warning, he propped his body up and stared at her.

Shocked, Gwendolyn tossed his pants aside. “A-Are you awake?”

The sight of her tousled hair and crimson red cheeks as she bit her lip was too much for Patrick to bear. It looked like she had just been ravished.

She has no idea how seductive and alluring she looks right now.

Narrowing his eyes, Patrick uttered, “I feel so uncomfortable.”

Hearing that, Gwendolyn breathed a sigh of relief. Oh, he's still in a drunken stupor. Fortunately, he didn't realize I had removed his clothes. Otherwise, he would've teased me relentlessly. I will never admit to that. I shall tell him tomorrow that it was Ms. Ziegler who took off his clothes instead of me.

Gwendolyn ran back to her bed. “Patrick, you feel uncomfortable, right? Let me clean your body before you go to bed. You'll feel better tomorrow.”

Her voice was soft as she coaxed him gently.

Patrick felt his spirits lift upon hearing her soft voice.

He grunted in affirmation. “Clean, clean...”

Gwendolyn went to the bathroom and emerged with a bucket of water. With a warm towel, she cleaned his face and neck before heading southward.

After cleaning his body, she tucked him into bed.

She then entered the bathroom and remained there for some time.

When she came out, she sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to check his breathing.

He's breathing. He's still alive.

For the entire night, Gwendolyn repeated the action until she passed out from exhaustion.

Finally, she was sound asleep. Patrick opened his eyes and gazed at the sleeping woman.

Underneath her velvety lashes, her delicate features were sweet and alluring.

Patrick carried her to the bed and tucked her under the covers.

As she was in his arms, he could no longer remain calm.

Dipping his head, he planted a few kisses on her cheek. The more he kissed her, the greedier he got. He couldn't get enough of her.

Slowly, his lips trailed to her lips. After a taste of her sweet lips, he couldn't restrain himself anymore.