Isaac’s body was so hard that Patricia was in pain from knocking against him. She steadied herself as she held onto his shoulders, and their eyes met.

“How should I punish you? Interest on interest? Huh?”

Patricia thought that he probably had a lot to drink when she observed him. No wonder his voice sounded a little odd over the phone earlier—it wasn’t as cold as before and sounded a little more friendly.

So, he’s drunk, she thought, undoing the tie for him.

After she took off the tie, a certain man felt more comfortable, and his attractive eyes gazed at her with a slight hint of a smile. “I had a little too much to drink tonight, and I’m feeling uneasy. Can you prepare something to ease my stomach?”

In fact, he didn’t drink a lot, just a glass of white wine, and he had a better tolerance for alcohol than this, but a particular man just wanted to be drunk for once.

Probably this was what it meant when people say that only the heart would allow itself to be drunk.

Patricia blinked as she answered, “Oh, okay. But, President Arnold, you called me over for work. What exactly do you want me to do?”

had already cleaned his house, which was relatively

with a deep look in his eyes. “Clean my

didn’t allow anyone in, so even the servants from the Arnold Family who came over to clean didn’t dare to enter his

knitted her brows as she answered honestly, “I can clean the place, but I’m

were superb. That was why Patricia kept her

You can learn. Go and prepare something to ease my

she went into the kitchen. She knew a recipe to ease the stomach—ginger soup. As Zachary often needed to drink during business dinners, Josephine had

took out a piece of ginger, chopped it up, and boiled it in water just long enough that she could boil

the calculator and started counting. How much should she ask for the monthly

on 10,000 because she had run a search on the Internet that the monthly salary for a half-day housekeeper was only a little over 4,000. So,

hands, she returned to

careful because it’s hot!” she reminded him in a

was drunk, so he must be in a blur. Nevertheless, as long as he gave her

request. This woman is trying to con me, he thought, furrowing his brows for a second. “5,000 a month. I’ve

pouted in

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