Patricia Westerford Novels & Stories

No shell. “Oh, wow.” Patricia gaped. “I’ll let you off this time, Raven.” Raven smirked as he leaned on his seat. Before she eats, she looks at everyone. “Oh, gorgeous people,” Patricia added as she stood. “By the way, my name is Patricia. I am Hyacinth’s best friend. The one and only.” “Workhalic,” I mumbled. “She’s a workaholic. She doesn't have time for me and she is already married.”

The door opened before we got close enough to knock. “Thank you for coming.” The voice was unfamiliar, older, a woman I’d never seen before stepping out into the dim garage light. She looked to be in her fifties, dressed plainly, nervous energy radiating off her in waves. “I wasn’t sure you actually would.” “Who are you?” I asked. “My name is Patricia Voss.” She said it like it should mean something, watching my face carefully for recognition. When none came, something like disappointment crossed her expression. “Whitmore and Cole. I worked there for eleven years, until three months ago.”

Faced with his question, Patricia calmly placed Randy back on the bed and extended her hand towards him in the manner of a stranger. Calmly she spoke to him, "Mr. Langley, hello. I am the cardiology professor you hired, Patricia Watson. I look forward to working together in the future." Martin stared at her in disbelief. "You are Professor. Watson?" Patricia suppressed her resentment towards him and gracefully replied, "My alias is Natalie, my real name is Patricia." Upon hearing this, Martin's face turned ugly. "So you're Natalie！" The professor he had tried countless ways to bring back turned out to be his ex-wife. Seeing his expression, Patricia felt a sense of satisfaction, maintaining h

"I haven't forgotten about anyone, Mr. West. In fact, I've been thinking about all of you quite a lot." The woman with the red lips, whose name I had learned was Patricia, leaned forward with a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "We've heard so much about your recent adventures, Mrs. Cole. The press has been very... interested in your activities." "I'm sure they have." Richard cleared his throat and opened a folder in front of him. "Perhaps we should get down to business. There are several matters that require your attention, including the quarterly earnings report and the proposed merger with—"

Without Adrian beside me, conversations became colder. A group of elegantly dressed women stood nearby. One of them smiled politely. "You must be Mrs. Lancaster." "Yes." "I'm Patricia Evans." Another woman laughed softly. "We've heard so much about you." Something about her tone made me cautious. "Really?" "Oh yes." Patricia sipped her champagne. "Greyford was quite... surprised." Another woman leaned closer. "I've always wondered..." She smiled sweetly. "...how exactly does one replace her own sister at the altar?"

Her wide almond eyes looked larger, her clothes hanging loosely on her frame, though she still looked fairly healthy. Despite the light makeup she applied, Wendy didn't recognize her when she stepped into the company. "Ma'am, are you looking for someone? Do you have an appointment?" Marcia gave a gentle smile. "It's me, Patricia." Wendy's jaw dropped. "Patricia... you're back?" "Yes." Wendy's excitement grew. "You're finally back!" Marcia didn't quite understand Wendy's fainting-like enthusiasm. But Booth, hearing Wendy, was the first to rush out, grabbing her hands in excitement. "Patricia, you're really back at work?"

I say clearing my throat as I run my fingers over my skirt. Not a Diamond anymore Zoira, don't forget it again. “And I am Patricia Clifford, Miss Zoira assistant." Pat grins, practically drooling at the young man, he just nods, presses his large palm against the door as he steps out. “Oh my goodness, that was hot. Our new investor needs some investing." Pat giggles, causing me to gasp at how inappropriate she can be. " Don't say that silly.” I swat her hand away from my hair, my eyes automatically drifting to Caison's office.

“Mrs. Cessley, I have one more question I’d like to ask of you.” When Mrs. Cessley hurried her to sleep, Alicia grabbed her arm and looked into her eyes. She hesitated momentarily before parting her lips, “Do you happen to know the name Patricia?” Mrs. Cessley tilted her head. “…I can’t remember well. What is her noble status?” “I saw it in the book you gave me. Her last name is Olbach, and I understand that she’s the wife of Gaith Olbach.”

Something that I think you should know. A pause hung in the air, pregnant with anticipation, as Weston's voice filled the room. "What is it, Patricia? You're making me nervous. Just spit it out." I held my breath, the anticipation bubbling within me, as Patricia gathered her thoughts. "I'm pregnant, Weston. Luk…Luke and I are going to have a child." Silence enveloped the room for a moment, punctuated only by the sound of my own racing heart. And then, Weston's voice broke through, a mix of surprise and joy resonating within his words.

The woman grabbed her bag and also a paper bag containing a gift for Nichole that she had bought on her way to Adrian West. "By the way, do you want something? I'm just worried about the condition you have to work hard to do it all," asked Adrian West. Patricia stopped in her tracks and thought. "Because I really miss my parents. Can you take me to their funeral? And have lunch with me," Patricia answered and asked another question. Adrian West smiled perfectly. "Of course. I'll do it for you. Then, you can see Nichole now," said Adrian. Patricia drew herself closer to the middle-aged man again. Then the woman gave a warm hug.