You Looked Down on Me Once, Now You Look Up. novel Chapter 557

Patricia always thought Oliver was the sensitive type, the kind of guy who felt things a little too deeply. Maybe it came from his childhood, maybe it was his job, or maybe it was just the way he was wired.

She’d gone out hoping to see Brandon, but not finding him didn’t really bother her. What actually messed with her mood was Cecilia. And mentioning Cecilia would always circle back to Jackson.

Jackson was the kind of person who grew up surrounded by luxury and had very clear lines in the sand. People like him never let their family get too close to the help—nannies, drivers, bodyguards—it just wasn’t done. That sense of class was built into him from day one. Patricia knew she couldn’t change that, and honestly, she didn’t want Oliver judging her friends and the people she kept close.

Every tree has its own kind of fruit, after all. And Jackson? He was the fruit from her tree, whether Oliver liked it or not.

“I’m not in a bad mood because I missed someone,” she snapped. “I’m upset because things didn’t go the way I planned. Mr. Padilla, maybe you should try separating your own problems from mine for once.”

Oliver’s tone shifted, almost too calm. “So what—you’re bringing your work drama home now?”

Patricia rolled her eyes. Oh, great. So she couldn’t be upset about missing someone, and she couldn’t bring work stress home either. Apparently, all her problems needed to stay outside, like muddy shoes.

“What if I am?” she shot back. “Should I get out of the car, sort myself out, and only get back in once I’m all smiles?”

“Mr. Padilla, I’m not some zen master like you. I have every emotion there is, and I’m not ashamed of it.”

Oliver sighed. “Every time I say something, you’ve got a comeback. And can you please stop with the ‘Mr. Padilla’ thing? It’s getting old.”

“If you know I’m going to argue, maybe just stop talking,” Patricia fired back. “I don’t need your little lectures. I’m your wife, not your employee or your niece. Just because you’re used to being the boss at work doesn’t mean you get to boss me around at home. What’s next, do you want me kneeling for you in the bedroom, too?”

“Patricia—” Oliver’s voice boomed through the car, sharp and angry, cutting her off.

All her frustration came pouring out with that last line.

Up front, Aiden’s hands shook as he gripped the wheel. He could practically feel the Grim Reaper breathing down his neck—he’d just heard something he absolutely shouldn’t have. In a panic, he slammed the privacy divider up.

Patricia realized after a few heated words that Oliver was just being petty, trying to get her to comfort him even though he knew she was upset herself. He wanted her attention, even if it meant picking a fight.

“Stop the car,” she demanded.

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