My Babies, My Love

Chapter 25

Isaac’s body was so hard that Patricia was in pain from knocking against him. She steadied herself

as she held onto his shoulders, and their eyes met.

“How should I punish you? Interest on interest? Huh?”

Patricia thought that he probably had a lot to drink when she observed him. No wonder his voice

sounded a little odd over the phone earlier—it wasn’t as cold as before and sounded a little more

friendly.

So, he’s drunk, she thought, undoing the tie for him.

After she took off the tie, a certain man felt more comfortable, and his attractive eyes gazed at her

with a slight hint of a smile. “I had a little too much to drink tonight, and I’m feeling uneasy. Can you

prepare something to ease my stomach?”

In fact, he didn’t drink a lot, just a glass of white wine, and he had a better tolerance for alcohol

than this, but a particular man just wanted to be drunk for once.

Probably this was what it meant when people say that only the heart would allow itself to be drunk.

Patricia blinked as she answered, “Oh, okay. But, President Arnold, you called me over for work.

What exactly do you want me to do?”

It seemed like someone had already cleaned his house, which was relatively clean.

This girl is so innocent and gullible, Isaac thought, staring at her with a deep look in his eyes.

“Clean my bedroom and also cook for me. Can you do that?”

His bedroom was a place he didn’t allow anyone in, so even the servants from the Arnold Family

who came over to clean didn’t dare to enter his room.

She knitted her brows as she answered honestly, “I can clean the place, but I’m not that good at

cooking.”

Her cooking wasn’t delicious, and Josephine usually did the cooking because her culinary skills

were superb. That was why Patricia kept her around—she didn’t want her culinary skills to torment

her darlings.

“That’s fine. You can learn. Go and prepare something to ease my stomach now.”

After she gave him a nod, she went into the kitchen. She knew a recipe to ease the stomach—

ginger soup. As Zachary often needed to drink during business dinners, Josephine had prepared

this ginger soup a few times for him, and she had also picked it up.

So, she took out a piece of ginger, chopped it up, and boiled it in water just long enough that she

could boil the juices out of the ginger.

While she waited for the ginger soup to be ready, she took out the calculator and started counting.

How much should she ask for the monthly salary if the whole sum was 125,000?

After several considerations, she decided on 10,000 because she had run a search on the Internet

that the monthly salary for a half-day housekeeper was only a little over 4,000. So, it was

considered rather high if she asked for 10,000.

With a bowl of ginger soup in her hands, she returned to the living room and placed it in front of This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

Isaac.

“President Arnold, the ginger soup is ready. But, be careful because it’s hot!” she reminded him in

a friendly tone and chuckled. “President Arnold, may I ask for 10,000 as the monthly salary?”

Right now, he was drunk, so he must be in a blur. Nevertheless, as long as he gave her the nod, it

would be too late, even if he regretted it tomorrow.

Isaac straightened his body, picked up the spoon, and was about to take a sip when he heard her

request. This woman is trying to con me, he thought, furrowing his brows for a second. “5,000 a

month. I’ve given you an extra 1,000 compared to others.”

Patricia couldn’t help but silently curse in her heart, He’s still so sharp even when he’s drunk. What

a wily fox he is! Her lips pouted in disgruntlement, and she was a little unwilling to accept this, but

that was the market price, and she didn’t have the right to say no.

“Fine, 5,000 it is, then.” That means I have to work here for two years. My god, this is too

expensive!

Isaac smirked as he noticed her sullen and pouting face, thinking that it was very adorable. “Go

and clean the room. The first room on the second floor.”

Therefore, she went upstairs and into the first room, which was huge. The outside was a small

study, and the bedroom was on the inside. When she entered the bedroom, she saw that the

colors in his room were very dark—black-colored wallpaper and even the bedsheets were black,

but the blanket was a mess.

She decided to start with the bed, and when she pulled the blankets away, she saw a beautiful

woman hidden beneath. Of course, she wasn’t real, and she looked a lot like Sylvie’s Barbie doll,

but in the size of an adult.

Patricia picked up the doll, paced to the top of the staircase, and exclaimed to the man downstairs,

“President Arnold, are you playing with dolls? You have to dress her up nicely to look good. I’ll help

you to doll her up, and I’m sure you’ll be amazed.”

The man who was having soup spit it out. How could I have forgotten about this?