My Babies, My Love

Chapter 167

“Why aren’t we leaving yet? It’s freezing and I want to go home. It’s a pity that I couldn’t get the

necklace. Who was that lunatic who offered 22 million? That’s such an incredulous price! How

crazy!”

When Zachary spotted Patricia, he jumped out of the car.

“Tricia…”

He called out to Patricia, who was about to enter the car when she heard him calling her name.

She turned around and came over to him.

She was still wearing Isaac’s coat, but her face was bright red from the cold and she was

shivering.

The weather here was far too harsh on her. The wind blew icy cold as soon as the sun went down,

so she was on the verge of turning into an icicle.

“Zachary, you haven’t left yet?”

Zachary saw how cold she was, so he took his coat off to wrap it around her shoulders.

She quickly rejected it. “It’s alright. I won’t be cold once I get in the car. Did you want something? If

there’s nothing, I’d best get back to the car.”

When Isaac climbed into the car, he realized that Patricia was not with him, so he asked, “Where’s

Miss Aniston?”

Liam, who stood at the car waiting to open the door for Patricia, said, “She’s talking to Mr. Selwyn.”

Isaac spied out the window to find Patricia standing opposite Zachary.

He did not know what they were talking about, but Zachary was smiling and he even reached out

to pat Patricia on the head.

The image of them together infuriated him, so he instructed coldly, “Liam, go over and let Miss

Aniston know that if she doesn’t want to leave yet, we’ll leave on our own first.”

Liam got the message. Isaac was displeased. He was obviously jealous.

As he walked over to Patricia, he wailed internally, Miss Aniston! Please stop making President

Arnold angry. He spent 22 million on you today, so could you please take that into account and

stop pushing his buttons?

Liam sighed.

Why do I have to worry about my boss’ love life?! How frustrating!

One of them refused to be clear about his feelings, while the other was entirely clueless, so he had

no idea when these two would actually get together once and for all.

“Miss Aniston, President Arnold is asking if you’re ready to leave yet. He wants to leave now.”

Liam decided to change the question up a little. Meanwhile, Patricia’s nose had gone completely

red from the freezing cold, so she pulled the coat tighter around her and said, “Of course, let’s go!

I’ll head off now, Zachary. Let’s meet up some other time.”

She jogged back over to Isaac’s car, and her teeth were chattering by the time she took her seat.

“I-It’s freezing!”

When Isaac saw her coming, he had already told the driver to turn the heater up to maximum, so

Patricia was feeling a lot better now that she was in the car.

“What did Zachary want with you?”

Patricia rubbed her hands together and cupped her face to warm her cheeks up. She answered

without hesitation, “He’s been helping me with my search for my mother and he said he found a

few leads, so we’ll meet up a few days later to talk about it.”

She had been looking for her mother throughout the past few years as she wanted to reunite with

her.

Isaac’s expression grew a little grim. “You can ask me to help you find her. I’m a lot more reliable

than he is.”

Meanwhile, Patricia had finally warmed up enough that she no longer felt stiff and numb. Her limbs

felt a lot looser, her fingers regained their senses, and she was no longer shivering.

She reveled in the warmth of the car as she smiled and said, “Mr. Arnold, I wouldn’t dare trouble

you with this, and you—”

You’re about to get engaged to Adeline, which means you and that mother-daughter duo are going

to be family. Why would I ask you to help me look for my mother? She’s missing because of those

two.

“What about me?”

His dark eyes flashed with puzzlement as he stared at her.

Patricia shook her head. “Nothing. I just don’t want to trouble you.”

She took her phone out to text Darcie, but she saw a text from Selina instead. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

‘Patricia, you’re attending Adeline and President Arnold’s engagement party next Saturday, right?

Let’s sit together.’