Chapter 619
Chapter 619
Chapter 619 He Knows It
Liam found himself in a state of uncertainty. With the phone call not going through, he began to ponder if it was a sign of fate.
He decided to try and sleep but restlessly tossed and turned for half an hour.
Realizing that he would be unable to sleep peacefully without making the call, Liam sat up once again, determined to take action.
He gritted his teeth. Oh, what the heck. I'm just going to do it. I must tell Mr. Lowen about it since it concerns his happiness. He should at least fight for his own happiness, even though I'm still mad that Ms. Ashton is discreetly marrying someone behind his back.
Just when his thoughts were running wild, the call got through.
“Hello.” A deep, indifferent voice emanated from the other side of the phone, instantly jolting Liam awake and sharpening his focus.
“Mr. Lowen, it's me. Liam,” Liam said.
“I know.” At that time, Patrick had just gotten into his room after returning to the hotel. Why did he call me at this hour? Why does he sound a little groggy?
“Mr. Lowen, I just can't keep it to myself anymore. Tomorrow, Ms. Ashton will be marrying someone else. I've been contemplating this and felt it was important to inform you,” Liam uttered.
Instead of receiving a response from the man on the other end of the line, Liam could only hear his faint breathing.
Liam was all tensed up. He had no idea how Patrick would react to that piece of news.
The silence and lack of response, coupled with the sound of the man's breathing, left Liam even more bewildered.
“Mr. Lowen?” he asked again, trying to get his attention.
Patrick finally responded, “I'm going to hang up now.”
After ending the call, he dialed John's number, asking him to go over.
Soon John came to his room and asked, “What can I do for you, Mr. Lowen?”
John had a foreboding feeling about the phone call. Despite Patrick answering Liam's call earlier, he had not received any other calls during the journey. Did Liam call Mr. Lowen again? Did he find out that Ms. Ashton is getting married?
“Is it true that Gwendolyn and Zayden are getting married tomorrow?” he asked in a chilling voice, his eyes dark and bottomless, sending shivers down John's spine.
The latter almost dropped to his knees without a fling. “Yes, Mr. Lowen.”
“Why did you hid this from me?” Patrick questioned him.
John instinctively staggered background. “I-I... Mr. Chavez told us not to disturb you due to your health condition...”
In his mind, John cursed Liam repeatedly. I vouched for him, bringing him back to the country, and now he's causing trouble. I should have ignored him and let him start his life from scratch in Alendor!
“Prepare a plane. I want to return to Avenport immediately.” Patrick's voice was low and hoarse, leaving no room for objections.
John did not dare to stop him. “All right, Mr. Lowen, but...”
Without uttering the rest of his sentence, he turned around and left the room, intimidated by Patrick's stern glare.
Camille woke Gwendolyn the next day. “Gwen... Gwen...” Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.
Gwendolyn slowly opened her eyes, her head still spinning and a sense of discomfort lingering. “What time is it, Camille?”
“It's already five thirty. The makeup artist and stylist are here,” Camille answered.
Gwendolyn, not quite ready to wake up, closed her eyes again. “Why are they so early?”
“Wake up, Gwen. It's your wedding day. You need to get up and start with your makeup and styling,” Camilla reminded her.
Suddenly, Gwendolyn remembered Lucy had not returned home last night because she was her bridesmaid. It was essential for Lucy to be present in the morning for the makeup session.
Lucy walked in, yawning. “Being a bride is really exhausting. Can't believe we have to wake up so early.”
Lucy took a seat by Gwendolyn's bedside, noticing her lingering drowsiness. She extended her hand and lightly touched Gwendolyn's face. “Still feeling the effects of a hangover?”
Gwendolyn opened her eyes, her gaze still hazy.
“I just want to sleep a little while longer,” Gwendolyn mumbled, a hint of annoyance in her voice.
She then rolled over and pulled the covers back up, seeking to indulge in a few more moments of rest.
Gwendolyn, with her morning grumpiness on full display, exuded an endearing charm akin to that of a little girl.
Camille grinned. “Gwen, you're just moments away from getting married, and here you are, acting like this. Once you move to your in-law's house, you won't be able to get away with it anymore, you know? Your mother-in-law might start giving you a hard time.”