You Are My One and Only

Chapter 295

She didn't realize this before, but after listening to her son's words, she suddenly realized that she was quite a rich woman. Her house was worth 150 million, and even the necklace she was wearing was worth 155 million. Totaling everything up, she had an asset of 300 million by now.

Sadly, none of them were monetary. She was never going to sell the house because all three houses were her Grandpa's gifts to the three children. She had to leave the houses for the children. On the other hand, the necklace was hers, and Isaac told her to wear it all the time.

In fact, after some calculations, she was quite poor.

"Darlings, my job is very important to me, so no matter how much money we have, I must still work."

This time, Sylvie ran over. After Patricia removed her jacket, her beautiful dress was revealed!

"Tricia, your clothes are so pretty! Did you attend a prince's ball?"

Seeing her daughter blinking her round eyes with envy in her eyes, Patricia chuckled, "I just went to work, not to a prince's ball! When your birthday comes, I'll hold a grand birthday party for you. You'll be a princess, and your brothers will be little princes."

Hearing that, Sylvie leaped up in joy. "I love it!"

After changing her shoes, Patricia glanced at the time. "It's late now. You guys should go to bed."

Scott and Stellan also looked at the time and uttered faintly, "Mmhm. Come on, Sylvie. Let's go upstairs."

The three little ones had already bathed and changed into pajamas. Scott was dressed in black pajamas, while Stellan and Sylvie wore cartoon pajamas that she bought.

The three of them had different personalities. Scott was more competitive and behaved like an adult, so he would never wear cartoon pajamas.

Patricia took a deep look at Scott and thought he resembled someone, but she couldn't recall anyone. With that, she walked over and hugged her children. "Come on. Let's go upstairs together. I'm going to bed too." She said that to her two sons on purpose as she was still going to sneak out later.

After the four of them went upstairs, Sylvie returned to her princess room, while Scott and Stellan preferred to stay in the same room. After watching them close the door, Patricia breathed a sigh of relief.

She went back to her bedroom and took a shower. After that, she took out a set of white sportswear and put them on. If she met her two sons out on patrol later, she could come up with the excuse of going out for a night run.

Sitting in front of her dressing table, she picked up the phone and placed it down while applying lotion to her hands. She noticed there were more than a dozen missed calls. She widened her eyes slightly. She just took a shower! Why would there be so many missed calls? She quickly opened them and took a look.

All of them came from Isaac, so she couldn't stifle a laugh. She then checked Messenger to see that there were also a few missed video calls.

She sent a text to him: 'What's up, President Arnold?'

A certain man was standing at the door of her house and was about to finish a pack of cigarettes. Just then, his phone finally rang. He quickly picked up the phone and made a video call. NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

Patricia answered the call. Currently, her long hair was hung loose on her shoulders, her face was slightly pale without makeup, and her lips were as plump and gorgeous as cherries.

Isaac almost went into a trance, taken aback by her beauty. It wasn't that he had never seen her bare face, but this was the first time he had seen her after a shower. She looked absolutely gorgeous!

His Adam's apple rolled up and down sexily, and his originally dull complexion changed.

"I'm at your doorstep. Come out." He had been waiting for her for over an hour, so his patience was running out.

Patricia smiled, "Oh! But I'm not sure if Scott and Stellan are asleep."

Isaac took a deep drag on his cigarette, a faint smile sparkling in his eyes.

"Aren't you already in sportswear? Shouldn't they let you go if you said you were going for a jog?"

Patricia beamed like a blooming flower. She couldn't believe he had read her mind. What a cunning, old fox he was!