Chapter 595

Chapter 595 That One Teardrop

Gwendolyn secretly hoped that Patrick would be standing on the balcony, allowing her to steal

a fleeting glance at him from a distance. He should be awake by now. Has he had his breakfast?

Yet, even after the car sped out of the neighborhood, she failed to see any sign of Patrick.

Gwendolyn leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes, choosing to shut out any further

thoughts.

At first, she had thought there was nothing a hearty meal, or even two meals, could not solve.

Yet, despite stuffing herself last night, she still felt miserable and unable to forget or move on.

Her mind was filled with his image, and she just could not let him go.

Her heart continued to ache intensely, each breath causing her pain.

As the intensity of her pain grew, a tear escaped from the corner of her eye and slowly trailed

down her cheek.

Suzanne reached out and caught the glistening teardrop, her wide eyes blinking as she admired

its beauty. However, as she brought it closer, she detected a sour scent emanating from the

tear. It made her feel uncomfortable.

It was as if the world had suddenly become dull and devoid of its radiance.

She sniffled before looking at Gwendolyn beside her. “Gwen, are you upset?”

Suzanne tucked away the precious tear before resting her head on Gwendolyn's shoulder.

“Gwen, if you're upset, you can tell me. I can help.”

Although Suzanne was unfamiliar with this world, and everything seemed foreign and

intimidating to her, she took solace in the fact that she possessed magical powers.

She also possessed great strength and was capable of overpowering anyone in a physical

confrontation.

Gwendolyn gradually opened her eyes before putting on her mask and armor. “I'm not upset.

I'm just a little tired. I'll take a nap.”

Upon hearing that, Suzanne chuckled. “Oh. I'm tired too. Let's take a nap together then!”

She cuddled up to Gwendolyn, and both of them closed their eyes. Gwendolyn could not fall

asleep, but Suzanne had already dozed off. She had a remarkable ability to fall asleep quickly.

Gwendolyn tilted her head to look at the girl. She must not have slept well last night.

Suddenly, she was envious of Suzanne's simple and carefree nature. Her life is centered around

the joy of eating. Every day, it's just about indulging in delicious food. Such a simple and

blissful existence!

Upon arriving at the Ashton residence, Gwendolyn was met with a bustling scene.

The driver opened the door for her. “Ms. Gwendolyn, we've arrived.”

Suzanne was still sound asleep, her head resting on Gwendolyn's shoulder.

Gwendolyn gently stroked Suzanne's head. “Suzanne, we've arrived.”

Suzanne was a little upset at being shaken awake and still had a strong desire to sleep. She let

out a sigh. “I'm so sleepy!”

“I'll take you to my room. You can sleep in there,” Gwendolyn offered. She had already come to

see Suzanne as her own sister rather than just a servant.

Since they had arrived at the Ashton residence, Gwendolyn understood that Suzanne would

need some time to adjust to the new environment. Therefore, she thought it would be best to let

Suzanne rest and get some sleep. After having enough sleep, she can then indulge in a

delightful meal. To her, that's what true happiness is all about, isn't it?

Suzanne was truly exhausted, having hardly slept a wink the entire night. “All right!”

As they got out of the car, Suzanne held Gwendolyn's hand and yawned.

Upon entering the main building, Gwendolyn and Suzanne found the living room bustling with

members of the Ashton family. Some were engaged in lively conversations, while others were

immersed in card games.

The sound of laughter filled the air as several children ran around, adding to the lively

atmosphere of the room.

Upon seeing them, Candace got up and walked toward them. “Welcome back, Gwen. Why are

you wearing black on your big day today? You should be wearing a bright-color dress instead.”

Francine and Christina walked over and chimed in, “That's right. You shouldn't have worn black

today!”

Candace grinned. “I have a white gown. It's an antique piece my granny left me. I'll go upstairs

and get it for you to try on.”

With that, she headed upstairs to fetch the gown for Gwendolyn, her hips swaying.

“No need. It's not the actual wedding ceremony. There's no need to dress so festively,”

Gwendolyn softly remarked. She wants the world to know how eager I am to marry Zayden so

that she can make a fool out of me in front of all the other Surringtons, huh?

Upon hearing that, Christina and Francine exchanged knowing glances, recognizing

Gwendolyn's growing intelligence.

“Gwendolyn, you haven't had breakfast yet, have you? Let's go and have breakfast.” Christina

and Francine held her hands and led her to the dining area.

It was clear that they were trying to please her.