My Babies, My Love

⚫ He did not ask her that, but he swore he would leave a mark on her. He swore he would become someone she cared about as well.

• They went to the restaurant on the first floor. The decoration was special here. There was a big French window, the table was covered in a white cloth, and there was even a vase of flowers on the table. This was obviously a private dining experience.

A waitress in a black dress and white apron came to welcome them right after they walked through the door. "Come with me please, Mr. Arnold."

• They sat down beside the French window. She could see the bamboo forest in the yard from where she sat, and also the stream behind it as well. It was picturesque, but Patricia was confused. Was the restaurant I went to for lunch the same place? It's like two different places.

• Isaac held the menu and made the orders. He knew what Patricia liked, and she had no interest in making the orders. Every time she saw the price, she would hesitate. In the end, she would give up and toss the menu to him, and he would make the orders. Yeah, she's so conscious about money because she used to suffer. Totally different from all the other ladies.

• Patricia rested her chin on her hand and looked at the stream outside. She smiled. "It's a beautiful place."

• Isaac handed the menu back to the waitress, and she left with a smile. He asked, "Have you ever thought about the kind of life you want to live, Patricia?" Isaac looked expectant. He wanted to know what she had in mind. He did not know her that much, but he wanted to find out more.

• Patricia thought about the question for a moment. "I don't want much. I just want my kids to be happy, and I'd want to have a house. I want them to have a home. You have no idea how it feels to rent, Mr. Arnold. The landlord would just ask us to move if they have to use the house. There was this one time where we had to go homeless at night. I felt really guilty, but they didn't mind. They even counted the stars in the sky." The kids were her angels.

• Isaac could imagine how harrowing it must have been for them. "So how did you get through that hurdle?" He could have helped her if he had known her sooner.

• Patricia smiled. "Zachary picked us up and took us to a hotel.

• Isaac looked at the sweater he was wearing. He loved this sweater lately. She made it, but it had been meant for Zachary. The food was served, and he filled her plate with some meat. He then said, "Make a sweater for me, Patricia."

• Patricia took a bite, and the taste astonished her. It had been a while since she had something this delicious. Yep. I can have everything good if I just follow him around. "You're rich, Mr. Arnold. I think you have at least a hundred sweaters in your closet. I can't make comfy sweaters, and they're really ugly." She was a klutz. Knitting one sweater would take her months. Buying one would be a lot faster. • Isaac's face fell. "I took care of your kids for a whole day, and you can't even make one sweater for me?"

Patricia pouted. I knew it. He expects something in return for every favor he does. Fine. The kids were really happy today, so I'll make the sweater for him. "Sure. I'll get the yarn tomorrow and make you a sweater. What color do you want for your sweater?"