Chapter 195
Chapter 195
The next day, Patricia entered the office and sat in her chair, refusing to move.
She was ten minuteste getting homest night. As a result, her two sons woke her up at 5.30AM
after tying a sandbag around her ankles and dragged her outside to run.
After running five kilometers, she was exhausted and her tight calves were in pain.
Patricia had not been through such rigorous training in a long time; it was Zachary who used to push
her in this way.
When she first arrived in Everbright for work, Zachary was worried about her, so she was forced to
learn Taekwondo.
He came to make her run early every day because shecked physical strength. Her two sons, who
were quick learners, used this method to punish her as well.
Isaac took notice of the woman who walked into the office and plopped like a dead fish on the chair.
"Miss Aniston, my coffee, please," he ordered while looking up from his stack of documents.
Hearing that, Patricia abruptly stood up and he clearly saw her frown. Is she feeling sick?
Is she on her period?
No, I don''t think so. I''m aware that it''s been a week since her period. During that time, she will carry
around a hot pack and be grumpy all the time.
In a short while, she set down two coffee cups in front of him while clearly disying her bad temper.
He decided to endure and tolerate her as he assumed she was on her period.
What happened to Patricia today? She looks so exhausted.
What happened to Patricia today? She looks so exhausted.
With trembling calves, Patricia went to the pantry and made Isaac his favorite coffee, added with only a
little milk, before cing it in front of him.
"Here''s your coffee, President Arnold."
After saying that, she thought of something and narrowed her lovely eyes slightly.
"Please keep in mind that you have a video conference at 9.30PM, President Arnold." She hurried back
to her seat after the reminder and instantly felt much better.
She became preupied with her work; every now and then, there would be callsing in, which
she would answer before extending the calls to Isaac.
When he looked up from his screen following his video conference, he noticed Patricia was fast asleep
on the table.
His eyes softened as he approached her.
He draped his coat over her, intending to carry her into the lounge to rest.
However, he knew that she would definitely wake up if he moved her as she was a light sleeper.
The temperature in the office remained warm.
Isaac then looked down at her neat and tidy desk with her notebook open.
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Silently, he had the dates memorized as he did not want to be a hindrance to her as she had been
working hard.
At this moment, Sore pushed the door open and entered the office. She blinked as she saw
President Arnold covering Patricia with his coat.
Despite the recent rumors in thepany that Patricia had been abandoned by him, she remained
here shamelessly.
Seeing this, it appeared that the rumors were false.
Sore observed Isaac''s concerned expression at that moment.
She had known him for three years and had never seen him quite like this.
Stunned on the spot, she stared nkly at him until she felt his two icy gazes on her before she finally
regained her senses.
"President Arnold, Miss Aniston just called to remind you that you have an appointment for a fitting
today."
It was another three days when the engagement party would happen. However, he had not tried on his
suit and it was clear that he was not interested.
Without replying to her verbally, Isaac made a shush gesture at her, signaling Sore to shut her
mouth.
When he motioned for her to leave, she realized that her boss was worried about her disturbing his
sweetheart''s nap.
Indeed, Sore believed that Miss Aniston was President Arnold''s most treasured sweetheart.
She carefully shut the door and lightly patted her chest while standing at the door.
If she had woken up Patricia, she believed that she would be fired right away.
At this moment, Liam approached Sore and inquired. "Miss Lock, is President Arnold in?"