You Looked Down on Me Once, Now You Look Up. novel Chapter 363

That afternoon, Patricia headed out to Springfield.

Even as she settled into Oliver’s private jet, everything felt a little surreal. Along for the trip were Sara’s three little ones and Chelsea. Oliver had it all planned: first stop, Springfield for Patricia, then he’d fly on to Golden Bay himself.

Patricia glanced at him. “When did you set this all up?”

“The night we argued,” he said.

As Hector put it, Oliver was the type to stew in his own frustration. Even after getting so worked up, he still made sure to arrange Patricia’s flight on his way home. If that wasn’t love, what was?

By evening, the plane touched down in Springfield. Just as promised, a car was already waiting for them. Oliver had wanted to drive them himself, but Patricia gently turned him down.

At the plane’s door, Mr. Padilla gave her a last round of instructions. “Eat well, get some rest. When you’re ready to head back, just let me know ahead of time and I’ll come pick you up.”

Chelsea had slept the whole flight and was still yawning when she caught Patricia and Mr. Padilla saying their reluctant goodbyes. Watching them, she couldn’t help but shake her head at how hard it was for them to part.

In the car, Chelsea turned to Patricia, curiosity all over her face. “So, what’s it like being married to a normal person? Is it as nice as it seems?”

Patricia grinned. “Honestly? It’s pretty good.”

Grandma had been waiting for them all day, ever since she heard Patricia and Chelsea were coming. The moment they arrived, she hurried from the garden straight to the gate to greet them.

Patricia and Chelsea hopped out, took Grandma’s hands, and chatted for a bit while Patricia signaled for the driver to start unloading the car.

The black van was packed—gifts stuffed inside from floor to ceiling. The sight left Grandma almost speechless.

“What is all this? You came to visit, a little something would have been more than enough. Are you planning to move in or what?”

“Grandma, these aren’t from Patricia,” Chelsea explained with a smile. “They’re from your future grandson-in-law.”

She made sure to say future. If she’d said anything else, Grandma probably would have argued with her on the spot.

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