My Babies, My Love

Chapter 41



Chapter 41

Both of them sat right up, and Patricia exclaimed, “Ah!”

Isaac, on the other hand, pressed on his nose, and the blood was coming out of his nose.

It wasn’t until he gave Patricia an icy stare that she recollected last night’s incident.

“I’m really sorry, Isaac.”

Isaac got out of the bed and strode to the bathroom. He felt that it was a danger to stay in the

same space with her. She gave him a nosebleed first thing in the morning.

Meanwhile, Patricia sat in bed, she was still in confusion.

She could not recall how she ended up in Isaac’s bed, but she remembered that she was cuddled

the whole night and that felt kind of nice.

At last, it finally came to her. “Hadn’t Old Mrs. Arnold gone to pick the doctor up? Why didn’t she

wake me up when she came back?”

Just as she was freaking out, the sound of her ringtone came.

With that, she hurriedly searched for it to finally find her poor phone in Isaac’s walk-in closet.

She picked it up to see it was her eldest son calling, as well as a good few missed calls.

Her babies must’ve been super worried about her for not going home last night.

“Scott.” She hurriedly answered.

Scott heaved a sigh of relief, seeing that she finally answered the phone. “Mommy, we’re all very

worried when you didn’t come home last night.”

The boy sounded slightly distant. Clearly, he was upset. However, he had an excellent upbringing,

so he wouldn’t throw a fit for no reason.

“I’m really sorry!” Patricia cooed. “I’m alright. I crashed at a friend’s because of work. I’ll be home in

a bit.”

“Patricia Aniston, you’re being a naughty, naughty girl!” Sylvie’s voice came from the other end of

the line, and Patricia could even see her pouty, angry little face.

“But Sylvie, my car broke down. So, I can’t go home. Forgive me this once, please?”

The little girl snorted in response. “I won’t unless you’re with Mr. Handsome. No next time. You

have to come back home on time. No staying out at night.”

Sylvie learned it from her brothers, for it was how Scott and Stellan demanded of her.

Patricia felt somewhat conscience-stricken as she was indeed with the said Mr. Handsome as of

now. However, she couldn’t let them know of this or the fact that she owed him a lot of money.

“Got it. It won’t happen again. Ask Mrs. Zimmers to take you guys outside to play and soak up

some morning sun. It’ll help strengthen your bones!”

With that, she ended the call.

Patricia took a deep breath. Never had she imagined she would one day be governed by her

children and was even given a curfew at that!

Just then, Isaac came in to pick an outfit for the day, and Patricia left the walk-in closet at once.

She couldn’t help feeling abashed when last night came to her mind.

Suddenly, Isaac called out to her. “Patricia, I didn’t take you for the type to drool in your sleep.”

Hearing this, Patricia dashed out in two shakes, pretending she hadn’t heard him, causing the man

to chuckle to himself as he removed his robe. He then thought to himself. “She looks even cuter

when she’s abashed!”

Patricia ran out of his room and walked downstairs with her phone in her hand, not caring that she

had not washed up yet.

Elizabeth happened to be reading in the living room, and she looked in the direction upon hearing

footsteps. “Tricia, you two are awake. Come, breakfast is ready.”

Of course, Elizabeth did not make it but it was made by the Arnold Family’s maid, who came along

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“I should be going back now, Old Mrs. Arnold,” said Patricia with a flushed face.

Since no one woke her up, she spent the whole night sleeping with Isaac. There is a saying that

two could only be together if fate and destiny were granted. But, Patricia did not want this to be

real.

Meanwhile, Elizabeth went up to Patricia, held her hand, and smiled at her. “Tricia, I know you and

Isaac slept last night, but don’t be afraid. We’ll take full responsibility for it.”


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