You Are My One and Only

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,

Isaac thought, staring at her with a deep look in his eyes.

even the servants from the Arnold Family who came over to clean didn’t dare to enter his

answered honestly, “I can

cooking because her culinary skills were superb. That was why Patricia kept her around—she didn’t want her culinary skills

You can learn. Go and prepare something to

to ease the stomach—ginger soup. As Zachary often needed to drink during business dinners, Josephine had prepared this ginger soup a few times for him, and

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

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

on the Internet that the monthly salary for a

in her hands, she returned to the living

be careful because it’s hot!” she reminded him in a friendly tone and chuckled. “President Arnold, may I ask for 10,000

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

he heard her request. This woman is trying to con me, he thought, furrowing his brows for a second. “5,000 a month. I’ve given you an extra 1,000 compared

so sharp even when he’s drunk. What a wily fox he is! Her lips pouted in disgruntlement, and she was a little