Chapter 462: Susan Morales
Sebastian grabbed her and pointed to the sofa farthest from her. "You sit over there, away from me." Molly pouted but obediently went over.
After a while, the birthday cake that Molly had ordered was delivered, and Sebastian went to pick it up. There was a delicate little card on the cake, which had clearly been placed there by someone on purpose.
He picked up the card and opened it. When he saw what was written on it, his anger instantly dissipated.
It was Molly handwriting; he recognized it. "Happy Birthday to my dearest Sebastian. Wishing you a day filled with joy and laughter. May our love continue to grow stronger each day. With all my love, Molly." Sebastian's lips curved into a faint smile. He took the card and put it in his pocket, then carried the cake home.
"Sebastian, is it just the cake?" Molly circled around the cake, muttering to herself, "Where's my card?"
Sebastian asked her irritably, "What else would a birthday cake have besides the cake?"
Molly scratched her head, thinking, 'But I wrote a card too.'
Ellie called out to Sebastian and Molly with a smile, "Put the cake on the table; it's time to eat."
"Okay."
Molly felt a bit regretful. She shouldn't have given the card to the cake shop in advance. Now it was lost.
Sebastian secretly watched her expression, a faint smile on his lips.
After dinner, Sebastian asked Molly to go for a walk outside. He asked, "What was missing from the birthday cake today?"
Molly sighed, "A card."
"What was written on the card?"
Molly looked up at Sebastian. "I'm too embarrassed to say."
Sebastian coaxed her, "Why are you so embarrassed? It's only me?"
"It was just one sentence."
Molly turned around, looked up at Sebastian, and clearly said, "Happy birthday, Sebastian. May you have me by your side every year."
He was deeply touched by her words.
Sebastian looked at her and suddenly reached out, pulling Molly strongly into his arms.
Molly was stunned to find herself in Sebastian's embrace, feeling his warm hug and listening to his heartbeat. Then, she heard Sebastian saying, "I wish that my dearest Molly will always have eternal happiness and will always be with me." Molly suddenly looked up, her eyes meeting Sebastian's fiery gaze.
Molly shouted, "Sebastian, you got my card!"
Molly realized Sebastian had tricked her.
Sebastian took out a rectangular card from his pocket, which Molly had carefully chosen by browsing many stores.
Molly reached out to grab it, but Sebastian lifted it out of her reach.
Sebastian smiled. "Molly, you need to remember what you wrote on it."
"I don't remember anything."
Sebastian gently tapped her forehead. "Remember it well, got it?"
Molly's cheeks flushed. "Sebastian, I don't want to talk with you anymore." With that, she ran off.
Sebastian watched her go, shaking his head with a doting smile. He carefully put away the card Molly had given him and followed her with large strides.
When Vera learned about Molly's unique birthday gift, she wanted to borrow the idea. "I'll try this for Patrick's birthday next year."
Vera rubbed her belly, playing with the baby inside. "It's okay. Patrick said after this one, we'll have another one next year." "He probably doesn't want you to have another one."
Vera said, "That's not up to him."
Vera dared to speak so boldly because Patrick was definitely not by her side. Molly asked, "Vera, it's late; isn't Patrick home yet?" Vera looked at the empty pillow beside her. "He came back, but just as we were about to sleep, he got a call and went out again." "It's really late, where did he go?"
Vera replied, "I don't know, I'll ask him later."
After hanging up, Vera called Patrick..
Patrick, who was booking a room at the hotel front desk, saw Vera's call and answered, "Why aren't you asleep yet?"
"Honey, where did you go? Why aren't you back yet?"
Vera heard the receptionist say, "Mr. Olteran. Here's the key card for the deluxe suite you reserved."
She sat up in bed. "Honey, who are you booking a room for at the hotel?"
"A friend's kid. You go to sleep, don't wait for me. I'll be home late tonight," Patrick said, then hung up.
He was carrying a white backpack in one hand and pushing a suitcase with the other. He turned to look at Susan, who was injured and sitting on the sofa. "Susan, the room is ready." Susan, who was wearing pajamas and had nail marks on her arm and a red face, walked over to Patrick with a sob. "Patrick."
When the hotel lobby manager saw that Patrick had luggage, he quickly called two members of staff over to help with the bags.
Patrick patted Susan's shoulder and comforted her. "Go with the manager to change your clothes. Then I'll drive you to the hospital."
"Patrick, where are you going?"
Patrick pointed to a nearby sofa. "I'll be sitting right here waiting for you. Don't be afraid, go on."
Susan's injuries were clearly from a fight.
She followed the manager upstairs, who took good care of her because of Patrick.
The manager asked, "Ms. Morales, what happened to your arm?"
Susan looked at her arm. "I got into a fight with a classmate."
The manager nodded carefully. "Patrick really cares about you."
Susan glanced at the manager, who had misconstrued her relationship with Patrick. "You've got it all wrong," she clarified.
The elevator arrived, and Susan stepped out first.
She went to her room to change.
Ten minutes later, Susan stood beside Patrick, her messy hair now tied up. "Patrick, I'm ready." Patrick had just finished a call with a subordinate, instructing them to investigate Susan's fight.
Patrick got up, grabbed his car keys, and took Susan to the hospital get her wounds treated.
Patrick thought Vera at home was asleep, but she was tossing and turning in bed.
She thought, 'He booked a room for a friend's kid? It's probably a boy, but what if it's a girl? How old is the kid? Are they an adult or a minor? Why did Patrick have to go? Vera's mind was a mess all night.
Why hadn't Patrick come back yet?
She picked up her phone and checked the time. It was midnight. He had been gone for two hours. They had been at the hotel for two hours?