My Babies, My Love
Chapter 68

• Patricia froze, her hands turning stiff because she knew she had no choice but to take Isaac home without the driver, only to realize her car was left in the hospital. She then took a look at the time, thinking the night was still young enough to call for a cab.

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Nevertheless, when she reached for her phone to do that, Josephine nudged her and said, "Tricia, I brewed all our wine at home, and they are highly alcoholic. So, why don't you take care of Mr. Arnold for the night before anything happens?"

Meanwhile, Isaac, who was leaning on the couch, curled his lips upward when he heard Josephine's words. Good job, Mrs. Zimmers. You definitely deserve a big bonus tomorrow.

In the meantime, Patricia didn't appear to be reluctant to take care of him, especially after she heard about the highly alcoholic wine. This man is a powerful and influential figure, and I'd be committing suicide if I got on his wrong side. So, I better take good care of him and make sure nothing happens. Fearing for Isaac's safety, she was worried that no one would replace him in his drunken state should anything happen to him. He'll probably be drunk like a dead person when the maids replace him the next day. Thinking it was her sons' doing, Patricia felt responsible for their actions as their mother. "Mrs. Zimmer, please help me carry him into my room. I'll look after him tonight."

Josephine then proceeded to help Patricia carry Isaac upstairs. After using all their strength to carry the man to the bed, both of them finally heaved a sigh of relief. Meanwhile, Patricia was surprised to replace herself so exhausted, considering the man's skinny stature. He looks skinny, but I didn't expect him to be so heavy. At the thought of that, she felt as if all her energy had been drained from her body. • At the same time, Josephine, who was also panting, said, "Tricia, I'll look after the children and coax them to sleep, so I shall leave Young Master Isaac to you."

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Staring at the man lying in bed, Patricia seized Josephine's arm and asked her what to do since she had no experience in taking care of a drunk man. "What should I do, Mrs. Zimmer?" Inexperienced, she was worried that she would mess things up.

Josephine smiled and replied, "All you have to do is just take off his clothes and wipe his body. If he vomits, replace something for him to puke into; if he is just unconscious, you have to check his breathing every now and then." She shared her experience in taking care of a drunk person with Patricia.

"Alright, I heard you." Patricia nodded, thinking Isaac should be fine as long as he was still breathing. 'Great work', boys! That's some mess you made your mother clean for you.

• Soon, Patricia closed the door behind her and carried Isaac's legs with all her strength, putting them on the bed. She then took off his shoes and shirt, but when she undressed him, she was enchanted and stunned by what she saw. Oh gosh! He's got such a muscular physique.

• She then gulped and warned herself. "Snap out of it, Patricia. This guy is drunk, so you better not peek. Behave yourself!"

• While Isaac appeared to be drunk, he was still conscious enough to hear what Patricia said. Thus, he curled his lips upward and pulled his waistband upward. "Pants off. I don't feel comfortable with them

on."

• As Isaac sounded like he was talking in his sleep to Patricia, she stared at his pants and realized it might have been uncomfortable for him to have them on in his sleep. Well, I guess a pair of fitting pants like this one is going to make him feel uncomfortable in his sleep, right? She then bit her lip and peeked at him, admiring his perfect good looks that seemed absolutely flawless to her. He looks so handsome. I bet this is the kind of face that every other man would go for in plastic surgery.

• After going through much trouble taking off the shirt from the man, she couldn't help but feel amazed by his muscular chest and abdomen. Nevertheless, she looked away and put his head on the pillow, her hand then slightly making its way to the waistband as her face blushed bashfully. At the same time, she kept her eyes closed and continued to slide her hand forward, intentionally feeling the man's abdominal muscles in the process. However, when her finger finally reached the belt, she suddenly felt a huge grasp on her wrist.