My Babies, My Love

Chapter 153

When Patricia finally gathered the tiniest sliver of wits about her, she let out muffled cries as she

pushed Isaac off of her.

Isaac seemed to regain some of his senses too. He pulled back and gave her enough space to sit

up, but her top had been yanked apart, displaying her pale, white…

“Ah!”

Patricia grabbed a pillow to hide her chest. “Isaac Arnold! You’ve gone too far!” Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

Isaac was feeling rather uncomfortable too. It took all of his willpower to rein himself in. He wanted

to continue, but from the looks of it, that was not going to happen.

His breathing remained heavy as his eyes flashed dangerously. One day, he was going to lock her

within his arms and make her his, for good.

For now, all he could do was respond with a cunning smile. “Do you know where you were

touching? Don’t you know how dangerous it is to touch a man there?”

Patricia blinked and tried to recall what happened earlier. I was just applying the ointment as per

your command. I didn’t touch anywhere I shouldn’t, right?

“How should I know? I’m not a man.”

Even now, images of what they had been doing were flashing across her mind, and it drove her

crazy. It was such a strange feeling.

Why did I enjoy it so much? Why did I want it to continue? It was just a natural, biological

response, right? She tried to convince herself.

She was twenty-four now, so it was normal for her to have desires too. That had to be why.

Patricia’s hands snuck behind the pillow, and she began to button up her top. She had not even

noticed when he yanked them apart.

She was hurting a little too, from how strongly he held onto her. Isaac, you scoundrel! How she

would love to hit him.

If it wasn’t because she owed him money and because he paid her well, she truly longed to give

him a solid beating.

Isaac got up and put his black shirt back on. While buttoning the shirt with one hand, his eyes

bored straight into her.

“Patricia, I told you. I like you. This is what a person does with someone they like.”

If he did not like her, he would never lay a finger on her.

Countless women would willingly get into bed with him. If that was what he wanted, they would line

up by the hundreds, eager for a chance to please him.

At last, Patricia managed to button her top. She slid off the bed and adjusted her skirt.

“Mr. Arnold, I hope you will show me more respect in the future. Even if you like me, did I agree to

this? I did not, so it counts as sexual assault. I could sue you if I wanted to.”

She stepped with haste toward the door and left at once.

Isaac glanced around the bedroom. When she was in here with him, it felt like home.

Now that she was gone, the room felt cold and empty—void of the warmth that one associated

with home.

He put his jacket back on, his movements robotic, but his expression grim.

Just then, his phone began to ring, so he picked it up.

“What is it?”

“Mr. Arnold, I’ve booked the ballroom for you and Miss Aniston’s engagement party next week. Do

you wish to decide on the details in person beforehand? For example, picking out the decor and

theme of the engagement party.”

Isaac was already in a foul mood. Liam’s call was just adding fuel to fire.

“You decide. Don’t bother asking me.”

He ended the call immediately, leaving Liam frozen in place. The wedding planners began to

pepper him with questions.

“Will Mr. and Mrs. Arnold be coming over to decide on the theme for their engagement party? We

have a variety of themes, and we’re also willing to customize one to their exact specifications. After

all, a wedding is a once-in-a-lifetime affair, and a man like Mr. Arnold would surely want the best

there is to offer!”

Liam was already disgruntled by how Isaac barked at him, and hearing the words ‘once-in-a-

lifetime affair’ only made him even more annoyed.

He knew very well that Patricia was the woman Isaac liked, but because he had to get engaged to

Adeline, his mood was understandably sour.

Liam pointed at random and said, “Just go with this one!”