Perfect CEO

Chapter 728 They Are Before Your Eyes

Meanwhile, Alice instructed the housekeeper to bring out a variety of delicious foods to welcome the triplets at the Lowen residence.

Being the glutton she was, Juliette did not hold back and began helping herself to the desserts and ice creams.

On the other hand, Justin and Julian were not too interested in food. Alice thus asked the housekeeper to bring out the toys she had previously bought from the shopping mall.

The two boys loved Lego and were playing with it on one side.

Witnessing the scene, Hector tugged Alice's hand.

“Are you really treating them like your own grandchildren? They are in no way related to us. No matter how much love you shower them, they don't belong to our family.” © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Anger filled Hector as he watched the scene.

It'll be great if the Lowen family gets to have grandchildren like these three kids. I'd even laugh awake from my dreams. But Pat refuses to listen to me. He's almost thirty and yet still doesn't have a child.

The more he dwelled on it, the more convinced he was that Patrick was doing it on purpose.

He clearly knows that we're eagerly waiting for him to get married early and give us grandchildren. But he refuses to get married one year after another, let alone having kids.

Gwendolyn usually controlled what food Juliette ate as the latter was not in the best health.

Hence, the little girl rarely had the chance to eat things like ice creams and snacks.

Since Gwendolyn was not around that night, Juliette was overjoyed as she could eat whatever she wanted.

She was leaping around happily while enjoying the ice cream. “Thank you, Old Mrs. Pretty. This tastes amazing!”

It's strawberry-flavored. My favorite.

Sitting on the couch opposite Juliette, Patrick stared intently at Alice and Hector before him.

Grandma adores the triplets. Grandpa loves kids but doesn't like these three.

Patrick narrowed his eyes. The mere thought of how Hector would have to eat his words in the future left him tickled. Even his lips curved upward slightly.

Turning to his daughter, he said, “Juliette, stay with Great-grandma. I'll head upstairs first.”

Juliette nodded her head. “Okay! Do you have to work? Don't be too tired! Remember to get some rest early.”

The girl was so sweet that Alice could not help but give her a peck on the cheek.

“Oh, look! Juliette is such a sweet-talker. I love you so much.”

The girl chuckled adorably. “I love you too!”

Patrick stood up. “Grandpa, Grandma, I'll head upstairs first.”

In response, Hector snorted frostily. “What are your intentions for bringing the kids back and leaving them in our care?”

Patrick lifted the corners of his lips into a weak smile. “Don't you like children? Be it appearance or intelligence, these three kids are faring pretty well. I'm sure they meet your requirements.”

“Hmph! What's the point when they don't belong to the Lowen family?”

Rage coursed through every part of Hector. “When exactly do you want to get married?”

He shot daggers at Patrick as he popped that question. I guess I won't be able to return to my room without giving him an answer today.

Patrick gave it some thought. I'm afraid it won't happen anytime soon.

“Next year, perhaps!”

With that, Patrick strode toward the stairs. Hector grabbed a plate from the table and threw it over.

A crisp sound of the plate shattering into pieces echoed into the air.

Patrick whipped his head around to look. “You're not young anymore. It'd be better not to get angry so easily, or else you might not get to meet your grandchildren.”

Hector was absolutely livid. “You d*mn brat! It's all because of you if I die early! You're always p*ssing me off. I want grandchildren; do you hear me? You better get married and start making babies soon.”

A mischievous grin settled on Patrick's countenance. Grandchildren? Aren't they right in front of you now?

Afterward, he returned to the study, sat in front of his desk, and switched on his computer, intending to check on the situation at Gwendolyn's side.

However, there was no footage of the bedroom. Narrowing his eyes, he picked up his phone and dialed John's number.

“There's no surveillance cameras in his bedroom?”

John replied, “That's right. Only along the corridors and in the living room.”

Right then, Gwendolyn pushed open the bedroom door and walked out. Patrick ended the call and fixed his intense gaze on the woman on his computer screen.