You Looked Down on Me Once, Now You Look Up. novel Chapter 277

Shops of all kinds lined the streets, each one tempting Patricia to wander in for a look. Whenever she spotted something that caught her eye, she’d duck inside, hunting for quirky little finds. Most of the time, before she could even decide whether to buy something, Mr. Padilla was already standing beside her, phone out, ready to pay.

Paying was his job.

Carrying the bags was his job too.

By the time they finished their stroll, Mr. Padilla started to notice a pattern. Patricia was picking out gifts for everyone—except for the two of them.

He finally asked, “So, all these are for other people? You’re not getting anything for yourself?”

Patricia grinned, hooking her arm through his and swaying a little as she answered, “Everything I’m buying for them is something I really like too! Honestly, I love the whole process of choosing gifts for them.”

She looked up at Oliver, teasing, “You’re not upset I didn’t get you anything, are you?”

He smiled. “Nope. I just like hanging out with you while you pick out gifts.”

After so many years of marriage, it was rare to get a whole day together like this. For him, that was enough. It didn’t matter what they did—being together was what counted.

While Patricia and Oliver enjoyed their slow-paced weekend in the old town, the “three kids” were stuck working overtime in a high-rise downtown.

Their collective resentment could probably haunt the building.

Sara stood by the printer, muttering under her breath.

“Slave driver.”

“Leech.”

“Even sweatshop workers get weekends off these days. What about us? Absolutely nothing.”

Hector hardly ever got weekends off. As an exec, his hours were supposed to be flexible, but they never really were. This weekend was no different. He was at the office as usual.

When Colton and the others showed up, Hector expected Oliver to come too. Turned out Oliver had managed to get out of it, leaving the rest of them to pick up the slack.

All morning, Hector listened to Sara vent.

“Why don’t you just call him and yell at him directly?” Hector suggested. “Shouting at someone who isn’t even here can’t be that satisfying.”

Sara shot him a look. “Do I look like I have the guts for that?”

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