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?”

seemed like someone had already cleaned his house, which

is so innocent and gullible, Isaac thought, staring at her with a deep look in his eyes. “Clean my bedroom and also cook for me. Can

place he didn’t allow anyone in, so even the servants from the Arnold Family who came

as she answered honestly, “I can clean the place, but I’m not

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

and prepare

needed to drink during business dinners, Josephine had prepared this ginger soup

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

be ready, she took out the calculator and started counting. How much should she ask for the monthly salary if the whole sum was

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, it was considered rather high if she asked

soup in her hands, she returned to the living room and

Arnold, the ginger soup is ready. But, be careful because it’s hot!” she reminded him in a friendly tone and chuckled. “President Arnold, may

in a blur. Nevertheless, as long as he gave her the nod, it would be too late, even if he

trying to con me, he thought, furrowing his brows for a second. “5,000 a month. I’ve given you

Her lips pouted in disgruntlement, and she was a little unwilling to accept this,