Patrick asked curiously, “Don’t tell me you’re still sleeping? What, did the divorce break your spirit so much that you drank yourself unconscious and can’t get up?”
Amanda: “...” Your imagination is impressive.
“Are you kidding me? Me, Amanda, the kind of person who’d fall apart after a divorce? Please. I just finally had some free time, so I let myself sleep in a bit.”
She was wide awake now.
Patrick laughed. “Then let’s go out to eat. Bring the kids—I haven’t even met them yet! You stingy thing, why are you hiding them from me?”
But he already knew the answer.
“It’s for their safety. You have no idea how adorable my babies are. Everyone who sees them wants to take them home and raise them,” Amanda said proudly.
Patrick twitched at the corner of his eye—same excuse, thousandth tim
