You Are My One and Only

Patricia froze, her hands turning stiff because she knew she had no choice but to take Isaac home without the driver, only to realize her car was left in the hospital. She then took a look at the time, thinking the night was still young enough to call for a cab.

Nevertheless, when she reached for her phone to do that, Josephine nudged her and said, “Tricia, I brewed all our wine at home, and they are highly alcoholic. So, why don’t you take care of Mr. Arnold for the night before anything happens?”

Meanwhile, Isaac, who was leaning on the couch, curled his lips upward when he heard Josephine’s words. Good job, Mrs. Zimmers. You definitely deserve a big bonus tomorrow.

In the meantime, Patricia didn’t appear to be reluctant to take care of him, especially after she heard about the highly alcoholic wine. This man is a powerful and influential figure, and I’d be committing suicide if I got on his wrong side. So, I better take good care of him and make sure nothing happens. Fearing for Isaac’s safety, she was worried that no one would find him in his drunken state should anything happen to him. He’ll probably be drunk like a dead person when the maids find him the next day. Thinking it was her sons’ doing, Patricia felt responsible for their actions as their mother. “Mrs. Zimmer, please help me carry him into my room. I’ll look after him tonight.”

was surprised to find herself so exhausted, considering the man’s skinny stature. He looks skinny, but I didn’t expect him to be so heavy. At the

time, Josephine, who was also panting, said, “Tricia, I’ll look after the children and coax them

what to do since she had no experience in taking care of a drunk man. “What should I do, Mrs. Zimmer?” Inexperienced,

to puke into; if he is just unconscious, you have to check his breathing every now and then.” She shared her experience

thinking Isaac should be fine as long as he was still breathing. ‘Great work’,

strength, putting them on the bed. She then took off his shoes and shirt, but when she undressed him, she was enchanted and stunned by

then gulped and warned herself. “Snap out of it, Patricia. This guy is drunk, so

to be drunk, he was still conscious enough to hear what Patricia said. Thus, he curled his lips upward and pulled his waistband upward. “Pants off. I don’t feel comfortable

have them on in his sleep. Well, I guess a pair of fitting pants like this one is going to make him feel uncomfortable in his sleep, right? She