My Babies, My Love

Chapter 79

Isaac was already done with his meal at this point, and he checked the time before telling Patricia,

“I’m going to take a nap. Remember to wake me up at one-thirty.”

With that, he left, leaving her in the most comfortable spot to enjoy her meal alone.

Patricia kept sensing watchful gazes from all around her. Yet they would all be gone when she

checked, looking like no one was paying any attention to her.

Thus, she brought her attention back to her plate. She had to say, the food in Arnold Corporation

was amazing, and she thought every dish was delectable, on par with five-star restaurants. Just

then, someone sat down across from her, and she looked up to find Liam smiling at her. “Is the

food to your taste, Miss Aniston?”

Patricia hurriedly chewed, swallowed, and took a sip of her juice before answering, “You’re also

only eating now, Mr. Dorchester?”

It seemed that only the two of them came late—well, Isaac too, but hey, he was the president of

the company, so he didn’t need to stand in line.

Liam nodded in affirmation. “I’m nearly always the last. I’m used to it, though.”

At that, she said nothing more and continued eating. Liam had a good feeling that Patricia was

quite happy with the food here, seeing that she stuffed her mouth like a chipmunk, enjoying her

meal.

At that, a hint of a smile flashed across his eyes. Never had anyone in this company ever thought

something like ‘President Arnold setting up an additional desk in his office’ would ever happen

while they were alive. So the entire company was now saying Patricia could potentially be the

future Mrs. Arnold. And, boy, the women here sure wanted to eat her heart out.

Liam thought they were right about the ‘future Mrs. Arnold’ part as well, especially when he knew

his boss truly treated Patricia differently. Therefore, he naturally would want to be on Patricia’s

good side.

“Miss Aniston, there’s ice cream over there. You can give it a try; it’s Häagen-Dazs.”

Patricia glanced toward it in response. She indeed would like something cool and refreshing when

she was starting to find the food a little greasy. Hence, she got up and went to the dessert section.

A few female colleagues were lining up to grab the ice cream, but they all moved aside upon

seeing her. “After you, Miss Aniston!”

Patricia was rendered stumped for a second, for she had never received such treatment. “Thank

you!” she said politely.

With that, she opened the freezer door, took one out, and walked back to her seat under the eyes

of the crowd.

After sitting down, Patricia commented while eating the ice cream, “Mr. Dorchester, I noticed

everyone here’s super nice, and they really look after me.”

Every single one of them was courteous to her and would even let her take the ice cream first.

What lovely colleagues!

Liam hurriedly took a sip of his soup, having nearly spat out the food in his mouth. “Yeah, everyone

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Could they not when all of them already think of you as the future Mrs. Arnold?! he mused.

Patricia felt content after finishing her ice cream. Not only was her lunch free, but it was also

plentiful. Oh, how happy she would be to work in Arnold Corporation until her retirement.

After lunch, Patricia returned to the president’s office in a good mood and took a nap on the couch.

The president’s couch sure was different—soft and comfy. It felt really snug.

She set the alarm for one-thirty so that she could wake Isaac up on time.

The alarm did its work, waking Patricia up on time. While turning it off, she thought she had had a

wonderful nap.

After a stretch, she made her way to Isaac’s private lounge and found the man sleeping with his

hands resting on his chest above the covers, eyes closed, breathing evenly. He even looked good

when he was asleep.

“President Arnold, time to wake up.” She shook him lightly, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Upon hearing her voice, Isaac opened his eyes dully, only to find her face inches away from him.

Her luscious, rosy lips were right in front of him, and even slightly pouting at that.