A look of surprise flashed across Isaac’s eyes when he saw Patricia, but he quickly regained his composure, and a faint smile washed over his gorgeous face instead. “What a coincidence, Miss Aniston.”

Patricia was equally surprised earlier, but when she recalled that he was Adeline’s fiancé, she no longer considered it surprising.

This was the Aniston Residence, and his appearance here couldn’t be any more ordinary.

Patricia ignored him as she remembered that although she still owed him money, they weren’t friends. So, she looked away nonchalantly and strode toward the staircase.

Again, Isaac smirked, raising his brows, and didn’t take it to heart. Instead, he followed after her in large strides; he walked next to her and spoke in a husky voice that carried a trace of teasing. “Patricia Aniston, do you still remember that you owe me money? You’re supposed to work at my place when you’re recovered, but it seems like you didn’t live up to your words. Should I add some interests?”

Just the mention of that 125,000 made her head throb because it was an astronomical figure for her.

She stopped in her tracks and glared at him. “Isaac Arnold, can you please have a little more dignity? I only signed that agreement because I’m a kind person. Any other people won’t care about how much you lost or gained at all.”

That day, it was only because she had taken the medication that her mind was in a blur. She would never admit to it today if she hadn’t signed the agreement.

trapped her between the wall and himself once he heard that. His eyes narrowed, and his smile turned devilish. “Patricia Aniston, I am the kind person here. If I had left you alone, you’d probably have turned into an idiot

said that, his long finger brushed over her lips gently. Her pink lips were lovely, and it was even gleaming with a glow. He really wanted

when he thought about it, his lips started to move

she warned,

that day when she fell sick—he had kissed her so much that

even harder at the thought of this,

furrowed his brows as he wondered why he would always lose control of himself a little every

admit it since I’ve already signed the agreement. I’ll show up and work at your place

downstairs after she had said her piece

to his chest on the spot she had just touched

lively as the room was filled with people chatting around. Hendrick was seated at the main seat, and the family of three was next to him. There were also a few people whom Patricia didn’t recognize, and she reckoned they were

upstairs. Earlier, when she was passing Isaac a cup of coffee, she was so nervous that she stained his clothes. So,

she sprang to

was Patricia, the look on her face turned sullen. Why is it that jinx? Just the sight

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