You Looked Down on Me Once Now You Look Up (Patricia and Oliver) novel Chapter 889

Lunch was pretty simple. Just some veggie and fish ball soup, brown rice, and a small piece of chicken breast. She was eating so clean these days, all thanks to the little one growing in her belly.

“What time do you think you’ll be done?” Oliver asked.

“I’m not sure yet. I’ll text you when I finish. If I get out early, maybe we can check out some baby stores?”

“Yeah, sounds good.”

That afternoon, Oliver dropped Patricia off at the office. As soon as she got to the top floor, she could hear Chelsea’s dramatic wailing from Jackson’s office. Sara’s voice was mixed in too. Patricia was about to stop and figure out what was going on when Jackson’s voice cut through, sounding totally fed up. “Seriously, what is it now? Am I a kindergarten teacher or something? You’ve stopped bothering Mr. Padilla, so now you’ve come to me?”

He honestly sounded like he was at his limit. He’d worked late the night before, barely slept, and had just set up his foldable cot for a quick nap. Before he could even lie down, these two had shown up, complaining so much his head was practically buzzing.

Patricia sneaked a peek through the door and saw Jackson slumped at his desk, hands clamped over his ears while the two women went off. He was literally sitting there, just trying to block them out.

“Patricia!” he called out. “Save me!”

His sudden yell made Patricia’s stomach tense. She instinctively rested her hand on her bump, took a breath, and pushed open the door.

“Chelsea, Sara, Jackson still has work to do this afternoon,” Patricia said.

Chelsea pouted, shooting Patricia a look that was half hurt, half offended. “Fine, then I’ll just…”

“I have work this afternoon too,” Jackson jumped in.

Chelsea looked between them, eyebrows raised. “Wow. So both of you are ditching me.”

“No one’s ditching you. It’s just work hours, okay? Don’t you have to be in the lab today?” Jackson said, exasperated.

“I took the day off.”

Patricia just stared at her, not saying a word.

Jackson just stared too, then suddenly started laughing—more out of frustration than anything. In a few quick steps, he grabbed Chelsea by the collar and pulled her farther inside the office, shutting the door behind them and blocking Patricia and Sara from seeing anything else.

Colby, hearing the noise, stepped out of her office. She caught Patricia standing there, looking a little awkward as she touched her nose.

“Mr. Martin,” Colby asked, “is everything alright? Do you need me to call security?”

“It’s fine,” Patricia replied. No one was in any real danger.

Inside the office, Jackson pointed right at Chelsea’s face. “Are you just here to cause trouble?”

Chelsea grabbed his finger and wrapped her hand around it. “Come on, help me out. Figure out a way to get Hector back to work without him bothering me. If you pull it off, I’ll give you two million.”