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

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

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

honestly, “I can clean the place, but I’m

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

You can learn. Go and prepare something to ease my stomach

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 few times

and boiled it in

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

the Internet that the monthly salary for a half-day housekeeper was only a little over

a bowl of ginger soup in her hands, she returned to the living room

hot!” she reminded him in a

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

his body, picked up the spoon, and was about to take a sip when he heard her request. This woman is trying to con me, he thought, furrowing his brows for a second. “5,000 a

Her lips pouted in disgruntlement, and