Perfect CEO

Chapter 672 Their Gathering

Lucas shot an impassive glance at Kevin and noticed Estelle in the latter's embrace. Only then did he realize Estelle was dressed in a high school uniform, looking like a young, fresh student.

He keeps bringing her everywhere. It looks like he's fallen for her for real this time.

Ignoring Kevin, he said, “Ms. Blenheim, I heard you did well in the university entrance exam. Once the semester starts, you'll be a university student, right?”

Estelle plastered a fake smile and chuckled. “You're right.”

She knew Lucas mocked Kevin frequently, ridiculing Kevin for robbing the cradle by dating a high school student.

Now that she had become a university student, she wanted to see what else Lucas had to say.

“Ow!” Kevin yelped when he felt the pinch on his hand. However, Estella still didn't release him despite his pain.

“Are we going to stand here all day? I'm getting thirsty.”

She didn't want to stand there and chat, especially with Lucas, for she felt like a child speaking to an elder.

“Take your time and wait for your woman here, Luke. We'll head inside first,” was all Kevin could respond with.

As Kevin and Estelle entered the building, Estelle said, “I want to drink iced Coke.”

Kevin disagreed, “No, you shouldn't drink Coke, much less with ice. Remember how you writhed in pain the last time you had your period and couldn't stop crying? Have you forgotten?”

“I don't care! I want to drink it, or I won't take another sip of water. I'll let myself die from dehydration.”

Their bickering began to soften as they headed deeper into the building.

Lucas had his hands tucked in his pockets and suddenly thought of Lucy, hoping she could arrive soon.

With her there, he wouldn't have to watch the other couples be all lovey-dovey with each other.

In the past, he and Kevin would have to watch Patrick be excessively affectionate with Gwendolyn. Yet, the tables had turned. They had finally gotten their revenge.

He swore to be as excessively affectionate with Lucy as possible.

After waiting for a while longer but still not seeing Lucy, he returned to the private room first.

A car stopped at the entrance of Platinum Plate. Before long, Lucy and Gwendolyn entered the building arm in arm.

The hostesses standing by the front door bowed as they approached. “Welcome!”

One of the hostesses asked, “May I know if you have any reservations?”

Lucy answered, “The Purple Bamboo.”

“This way, please.”

Lucas had texted Lucy the name of the private room and had her enter by herself.

The sight of Platinum Plate reminded Gwendolyn of many memories. All of them were related to Patrick.

He used to frequent here, regardless if it was a small or huge event. How many times have I accompanied him here?

An odd feeling rose within her when she stepped into the place once again. The restaurant felt familiar yet strange, as though every event that had taken place there had transpired in her past life.

Seeing Gwendolyn spacing out, Lucy called for her attention. A moment later, Gwendolyn finally muttered, “Hmm?”

“What are you thinking?”

Gwendolyn sighed. “Nothing.”

This place feels special to me as I'll instinctively think about him when I step inside here.

“Quit zoning out. Don't be stiff when you enter the room. Just focus on eating and drinking, okay?”

Every dinner with Lucas was the same anyway. She would be bored out of her mind as the men talked over drinks.

Finally, she had company and wouldn't care how long Lucas stayed.

Gwendolyn nodded, not finding anything strange about those words.

The Purple Bamboo was the innermost room within Platinum Plate, so they had to pass through a garden to the bamboo house amid the bamboo forest.

When they reached the room, the hostess opened the door and announced, “Your guests have arrived.”

The people gathered around the table turned their attention to the newly arrived guests. Lucas stood up, ready to greet his woman.

Yet, when he saw the two women, his eyes widened. NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

What is Gwendolyn doing here?

Kevin's eyes were wide open too. His gaze flitted to the man sitting at the head of the table.

Jocelyn was seated beside Patrick as the two calmly glanced at the newly arrived guests.

When Gwendolyn saw the familiar faces, she tugged Lucy's arm.

“How come it's their gathering?”