Candace bent down and stroked Felicia’s face gently.
“Sweetheart, you’re really going to get engaged to Patrick. Henceforth, you’ll be the future mistress of Lowen Group.”
At that thought, she couldn’t help but feel like grinning, the glee within her bubbling over.
Felicia took a deep breath. “Yeah, I know all this is real.”
However, she was the only one who knew that everything was fake.
Nevertheless, she would definitely try her best to make Patrick fall in love with her after that day.
When she had the title of his fiancée, she would have more opportunities to draw close to him.
Patrick was drunk the previous night, and he was awakened by the designer knocking on his door in the morning. He swung open the door in utter displeasure.
“What is it?”
His voice was terse and cold, tinged with a hint of impatience.
“M-Mr. Lowen, we’re your designer and makeup artist for today. Your engagement party will be held today.”
Hearing that, the man lifted his hand and ruffled his hair. When he withdrew his hand, his casual yet wild look rendered him exceedingly captivating.
He spun around and stalked back into the bedroom. Thus, everyone else followed behind him.
Out of the blue, he ordered frostily, “Go to the adjacent guest room. I don’t like people coming into my room.”
Immediately, the group of people retreated and went to the adjacent guest room.
Patrick then went back to sleep. When it was almost eleven o’clock, Liam rushed upstairs.
“Why is the groom still not ready?”
The group of people in the guest room swung their gazes at him.
The lead designer, Lilith Latymer, lamented helplessly, “Mr. Derner, Mr. Lowen is still in bed. He was extremely displeased when we woke him earlier.”
Liam knew that Patrick didn’t want to get engaged, so he was also at a loss.
Therefore, he took out his phone and gave Gwendolyn a call. Right then, the latter was basking in the sun in the courtyard, and her three children were playing near her. Her two sons were playing ball while Juliette was playing with a skipping rope.
Camille came out with the phone. “Gwen, your phone has been ringing nonstop.”
Slipping off her sunglasses, Gwendolyn stretched lazily. Then, she took the phone and glanced at it.
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