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?”

someone had already cleaned

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 you do

didn’t allow anyone in, so even the servants from

as she answered honestly, “I can clean the place, but

delicious, and Josephine usually did the cooking because her culinary skills were superb. That was why

Go and prepare something to ease

gave him a nod, 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 prepared this ginger soup a

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

ginger soup to be ready, she took out the calculator and started counting. How much should she ask

decided 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, it was considered

she returned to the living room and placed it in front

she reminded him in a friendly tone and chuckled. “President Arnold, may I ask for 10,000 as the

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

woman is trying to con me, he thought, furrowing his brows for

but silently curse in her heart, He’s still so sharp even when he’s drunk. What a wily fox he is! Her lips pouted in disgruntlement, and she was a little unwilling to accept this, but that was the