Super CEO Daddy

Chapter 590

Chapter 590 Cry

Suzanne was dressed in a maid's outfit with neat bangs, big eyes, and long curly eyelashes. She looked exactly like one of Juliette's Barbie dolls.

Moreover, Suzanne was a living person, not a toy.

Hence, Juliette was convinced Suzanne must be an actual princess.

Suzanne smiled. Finding Juliette adorable, she reached out to take the latter's small hand.

“Sweetheart, I'm your mommy's friend. You can call me Ms. Drache from now on.”

Juliette had an easy-going personality, so she swiftly chirped, “Ms. Drache, Ms. Drache, princess Ms. Drache!”

Soon, Suzanne and Juliette were playing together. The two were children, and when they played with the Barbie dolls, it seemed Suzanne was having more fun than Juliette.

Taking in that scene, Gwendolyn felt she had made the right decision in bringing Suzanne back.

At the Surrington residence, she could only be a maid. She had to stand all the time, was too afraid to speak, and had to restrain herself because of the forbidding atmosphere there.

Suzanne was finally able to show her true nature now. Gwendolyn had taken a real liking to Suzanne.

Camille was also surprised to see the pretty Suzanne when she exited the kitchen. “Gwen, is this your friend? She's so good-looking, like a doll!”

Gwendolyn nodded. “Ms. Ziegler, we have a guest today, so could you prepare a few more dishes?”

“All right. Will Mr. Lowen come over for dinner today? I can give him a call, or would you rather do it?”

When Gwendolyn heard Patrick's name, her facial expression turned cold.

“Ms. Ziegler, don't call him. We've broken up.”

With that, she went upstairs, wanting some time alone.

Justin and Julian sensed the sorrow in her words. They exchanged glances, put down the Legos in their hands, and followed their mother upstairs.

As soon as Gwendolyn entered her room and closed the door behind her, she ceased all pretense.

Leaning against the door, she slowly slid down it before slumping to the floor.

Tears welled up in her eyes, and she began to sob quietly.

Justin and Julian headed upstairs. The latter asked, “Justin, did you hear that? She broke up with Patrick.”

“Yes.”

Julian sighed. “Isn't this what we hoped for? But why do I feel a little upset?”

In truth, Justin shared his brother's troubled sentiment.

“Perhaps it's because we are connected telepathically with Mommy.”

They knew their mother was very fond of Patrick, but now that they'd broken up, she had to be sad and brokenhearted.NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

As they spoke, the two had arrived before the door to Gwendolyn's room. They instantly heard her crying coming from inside the room.

The two boys stood at the door. Listening to Gwendolyn's suppressed and woeful sobs, they furrowed their brows.

A pained look flitted across Julian's clear gaze. “Justin, she's really upset.”

Justin nodded. “Let's not disturb her for now. We'll just keep her company from here.”

Gwendolyn burst into tears and wailed until her tears dried up. Only then did she calm down. Then, she crawled into bed, wanting to sleep for a while.

Having cried for so long, she was truly exhausted.

At that moment, Juliette came over. She spoke in a sweet undertone. “Justin, Julian, the food is ready. Ask Gwen to come down for dinner.”

The two boys were leaning against the wall and staring at the ceiling with slightly darkened expressions.

Upon hearing Juliette's voice, they turned in her direction. Justin got up and approached her. “Juliette, Mommy said she's not having dinner tonight. She's sleeping.”

“Huh? But she'll be hungry!”

Justin figured Gwendolyn was still in distress and had just cried for so long, so it would be good for her to enjoy some time alone and get some sleep.

Julian also walked over. “That's all right. We'll save some for her. When she comes downstairs, she can eat then.”

Juliette nodded. “Okay. Let's have our dinner with Ms. Drache, then. She's so much fun and will play Barbie dolls with me. Let's all play house together after dinner. What do you say?”

A hopeful look filled her large sparkling eyes.

Justin and Julian exchanged glances. Playing house? We don't have the slightest interest in doing that.