You Are My One and Only

Chapter 125

“What are you two doing?”

The boys exchanged looks with each other before Stellan replied with a smile. “Mommy, we’re just playing some games.”

They hurriedly shut the webpage before Patricia leaned forward to take a look; all she saw on the screen was an animation film playing.

She finally felt at ease as she heaved a sigh of relief.

“Where did you two get the money for the school fees? Also, Zachary told me that the two of you learned about stocks from him. You’re not allowed to do that from now on. We should always do things the proper way and work our way up slowly. We’ll only get ahead of ourselves if all we think about is money.”

Scott rose to his feet and tugged her hand to pull her toward his little bed before seating her down. The triplets shared the same room together, but Sylvia’s bed was separated by the wardrobe and she had her own little secluded spot.

Meanwhile, Stellan turned around on his swivel chair to look at Patricia. “Mommy, we only invested once. From then on, we never involved ourselves in the stock market anymore. The money was earned from that encounter and it was just enough to pay for your school fees.”

Looking at her two sons, Patricia realized that they were way too smart most of the time for her to even begin imagining the thoughts in their mind.

The only person that she could clearly understand was Sylvia and she knew exactly what was going on in her daughter’s mind.

In fact, she wished for her two sons to be more like Sylvia and live a simple life as innocent children.

“Is that true?”

Both of them raised their right hands. “We swear—”

Before they could finish their words, Patricia’s cold voice rang out and interrupted them.

“That’s enough. I trust you guys.”

The duo looked at each other and smiled. As for Patricia, she went back to her room to take a shower. This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

She took her clothes and walked in the direction of her bathroom when her phone suddenly rang. Subsequently, she turned around to glance at the screen of her flashing phone before putting down her pajamas. It was Isaac on the line.

Reluctant to answer the call, Patricia thought, You better not ask me for freshly made desserts past 8.00PM…

However, she needed to keep her job, so she was not entitled to any basic rights being a debtee.

“Hi, who’s on the line? You woke me up from my sleep.”

“It’s not even 9.00PM yet and you’re asleep? Patricia, are you a rooster?”

She pursed her lips angrily. You’re the rooster! You must come from an entire family line of roosters!

“What can I do for you, President Arnold?”

Seated in his car, Isaac had just finished dinner with some customers. He did not drink any alcohol during dinner but had smoked a lot of cigarettes, which resulted in his hoarse voice.

He reached out and tugged at his necktie to loosen it. His eyes narrowed slightly and his Adam’s apple bobbed.

“Patricia, this is a reminder for you to not take a shower tonight. Otherwise, your allergic spot will take longer to recover.”

As he said that, his vision suddenly darkened.

Some specific imagery from last night flashed across his eyes and he gulped hard to suppress the indecent thoughts in his mind.

Meanwhile, Patricia’s eyes widened instantly as she nearly forgot about her allergy. The medication given by the doctor was very effective and after applying the medication twice at the office, she no longer felt the pain. As such, it suddenly dawned upon her that she had to refrain from getting the spot wet.

She smiled sheepishly. “President Arnold, you’re so considerate of your staff. I nearly forgot about that. Thanks for the reminder.”

Isaac chuckled in a low voice. “After all, you sustained those injuries because of me, so I have to take full responsibility.”

He laughed wickedly and seemed to be reminiscing about the scene from last night.

“Because of you?” Patricia was significantly perplexed.

She lifted her hand to touch the allergic spot. What has this got to do with him?

He responded calmly, “Last night, I was the one who brought you there and you ended up having too much to drink, which caused your allergy to flame up. How can it be unrelated to me, then?”

To his knowledge, Patricia was too simple-minded and naive in her thoughts, so he knew that he could tease her in any way he wished to. Right now, he toyed with her relentlessly.

She smiled. “Ha! That’s true. President Arnold, have you reached home? You should go to bed soon! Bye!”

After hastily ending the call, she immediately switched off her phone.

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