Perfect CEO
Chapter 532

Chapter 532

Gwendolyn shook her head. Why is Felicia being so bossy? It's not like she owns the elevator! “I came here to visit a friend.”

“You have a friend staying at this hospital?” Suspicion clouded Felicia's face. The hospital's medical expertise was ranked top three worldwide. Naturally, the prices of the services here did not come cheap. How can Gwendolyn's friend possibly afford this?

Felicia suspected that Gwendolyn was lying and was actually visiting Patrick. She assumed that the other woman had deduced that Patrick must be watching over Hector, and thus, she was going to see him. Since Patrick's phone is currently being held by his secretary, Gwendolyn must not have found him.

Gwendolyn wasn't about to waste her time on Felicia. She understood what the latter meant with her question. So she thinks my friend can't afford to stay here.

She reached out and pressed the button for the thirteenth floor.

Felicia's expression changed when she saw the button the other woman had selected. Patrick is staying on that floor! How dare she lie and say that she's not here for Patrick?

Felicia's grip on the thermos tightened as the elevator continued to go up.

“Gwendolyn, won't you give it a rest already? Old Mr. Lowen will never allow a woman with kids to marry into the Lowen family. Stop agitating him! He's such an old man. How can he put up with you constantly getting on his nerves?”

Gwendolyn gave her a once over. “Felicia, do you think you're fit to marry into the Lowen family?”

“Of course. Old Mr. Lowen approves of me. I'll be engaged to Pat soon. Old Mr. Lowen wants us to have kids as soon as possible. Pat loves children as well.” Felicia smiled triumphantly. She acted as if she had already bedded Patrick.

Gwendolyn felt her heart clench when she saw Felicia's smug expression. Last night... No, I trust Patrick. He would never sleep with her. I'm not going to let her rile me up. I'll just ignore her. I don't believe a word she says.

Felicia could not help but feel anxious when the elevator dinged and the doors slowly opened.

Just as Gwendolyn was about to exit the elevator, an idea flashed in Felicia's mind. She hurriedly wrenched the thermos lid open and splashed its contents at Gwendolyn.

Gwendolyn felt a sharp pain on her back just as Felicia shouted, “Gwen, are you all right? I didn't do it on purpose! I accidentally spilled the mushroom soup!”

Clenching her hands into fists, Gwendolyn turned to look at Felicia.

Startled, Felicia hurriedly backed away a few steps and nearly got wedged by the elevator doors. She bit her lip and began to sob. “Gwen, I'm so sorry! I really didn't mean to spill the soup! You can hit me if it makes you feel better.”

Felicia knew that Gwendolyn was good at fighting. Since there was no way a lady like her would be able to defeat the savage woman, she decided to make her move first.

She went over, grabbed Gwendolyn's hand, and swung it toward her own body.

The nurses, who had heard the commotion, came over and reprimanded them, “Ladies, this is a hospital. Please be quiet.”

Gwendolyn unclenched her fists. At that moment, she wanted to give in to the urge to beat Felicia up. However, knowing that was her stepsister's usual trick, Gwendolyn pushed Felicia aside. “Enough.”

Felicia crashed into the wall so hard that she saw stars in her vision. Blurrily, she said, “Gwen, your back is scalded! Let the doctor have a look at you! It'd be bad if it leaves a scar.”

Lucy, who had also heard the commotion, came over just in time to hear Felicia's words. When she saw the damp and greasy patch on Gwendolyn's back, she hurriedly asked, “Gwen, are you all right?”

It was then Gwendolyn noticed the burning sensation on her back. “It doesn't hurt a lot. I'll probably be fine.”

Lucy dragged Gwendolyn to one of the nurse stations and urged the nurse to treat the latter's wounds.

Felicia let out a sigh of relief. Huh, so she really came here to see Lucy and not Patrick! But she made me waste the mushroom soup on her. Now I have nothing to give Patrick.

At that thought, Felicia felt slightly pissed. She stared in the direction Gwendolyn had gone in and cursed, “Gwendolyn Ashton, you're nothing but bad luck! Nothing good ever happens whenever I meet you. Thanks to you, I no longer have my mushroom soup!”