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Chapter 569 Help Me Zip My Pants

Gwendolyn didn't respond. It seems that everyone loves to judge a book by its cover. Then again, I am

poor, so the car I drive is of low quality. I didn't think much about it in the past. As long as it can help me

send my children to the hospital during the night and pick them up on a rainy day, it's good enough for

me. It doesn't matter to me whether it looks nice or not. However, the reality is cruel. I'll be denied

entrance if my car doesn't look nice enough. Even Zayden's housekeepers look at me with disdain!

This world really runs on money.

When she arrived at the mansion, she opened the trunk, retrieved her luggage, and pulled it into the

building.

Suzanne hastily grabbed the luggage from Gwendolyn. “Let me do it, Ms. Ashton.” While dragging the

luggage, she asked, “Are you planning to move in here starting today, Ms. Ashton?” If she is, Mr.

Surrington will have to pretend to be blind again, which is inconvenient for him.

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“Yes. I'll be easing your burden since we'll be caring for him together from now on,” Gwendolyn

answered.

When the women reached the second floor, Gwendolyn pointed at the room next to Zayden's. “Please

carry my luggage into that room, Suzanne. I'll be staying there from now on.”

Suzanne lived in the housekeeper's room on the first floor. Zayden was the only person staying on the

second floor, which was why she felt a little uncomfortable that Gwendolyn would be living next to him.

What can I say, though? She's about to become the lady of the house.

She carried the luggage to the guest room with a single finger.

Gwendolyn widened her eyes slightly with awe. She's strong.

When she arrived at Zayden's room, she saw him sitting on the couch, his elbows pressing on his

knee. He was listening to the news like a kid.

Slowly, she approached and sat beside him. “I'm staying here starting today. I'll be taking care of you

from now on.”

When she spoke, her expression was calm. However, her hands were gripping the hem of her dress,

exposing her true feelings.

His lips curved upward slightly when he caught the sight of her struggling.

“Really?” He sounded excited.

Gwendolyn nodded. “Really.”

She stood up and walked into the walk-in closet because Zayden was still wearing his pajamas.

She picked a white shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans for him. “I'll help you change your clothes,

Zayden. Then, we'll visit Grandpa.”

Michael had fallen sick last night and was in the hospital at that moment.

Gwendolyn thought visiting him with Zayden would cheer the old man up.

Zayden's expression shifted slightly when he heard that. I knew it. It's because of her grandfather that

she moved here. It doesn't matter, though. I'm the winner and Patrick's the loser as long as I can keep

her around me. “Okay!”

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Gwendolyn was a little flustered because she had to remove his clothes before she could help him put

on new ones.

Her fingers trembled as she took his shirt off and glanced at his naked, impressive body. He's

muscular, but he's a bit weaker compared to Patrick. His muscles are less obvious, he's skinnier, and

his skin is fairer. Patrick's more like the type who seems somewhat feeble when wearing clothes but

looks like a hunk without clothes. Meanwhile, Zayden resembles those thin male characters from comic

books. That's especially the case now because he doesn't have much appetite due to his psychological

trauma.

Gwendolyn bit her lip and tried changing his clothes without looking at him.

Zayden was observing her the whole way through. I can see the anxiety and fear on her face.

“Help me zip my pants,” he said while smiling.

Even an actual blind man could do that by himself, but he requested it anyway.

Gwendolyn glanced at his crotch. I intentionally avoided looking at it earlier, but now it's as if he's

reminding me to stare!

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