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?”

already cleaned his house, which was relatively

staring at her with a deep look in his eyes.

allow anyone in, so even the servants from the Arnold Family who came over to

can clean

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

fine. You can learn. Go and prepare something

soup. As Zachary often needed

it in water just long enough that she could boil the

calculator and started counting. How much should she ask for

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

her hands, she returned to the living

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 I ask

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

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 month.

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