You Are My One and Only

Isaac was already done with his meal at this point, and he checked the time before telling Patricia, “I’m going to take a nap. Remember to wake me up at one-thirty.”

With that, he left, leaving her in the most comfortable spot to enjoy her meal alone.

Patricia kept sensing watchful gazes from all around her. Yet they would all be gone when she checked, looking like no one was paying any attention to her.

Thus, she brought her attention back to her plate. She had to say, the food in Arnold Corporation was amazing, and she thought every dish was delectable, on par with five-star restaurants. Just then, someone sat down across from her, and she looked up to find Liam smiling at her. “Is the food to your taste, Miss Aniston?”

Patricia hurriedly chewed, swallowed, and took a sip of her juice before answering, “You’re also only eating now, Mr. Dorchester?”

It seemed that only the two of them came late—well, Isaac too, but hey, he was the president of the company, so he didn’t need to stand in line.

Liam nodded in affirmation. “I’m nearly always the last. I’m used to it, though.”

At that, she said nothing more and continued eating. Liam had a good feeling that Patricia was quite happy with the food here, seeing that she stuffed her mouth like a chipmunk, enjoying her meal.

had anyone in this company ever thought something like ‘President Arnold setting up an additional desk in his office’ would ever happen while they were alive. So the entire company was now saying Patricia could potentially be the future Mrs. Arnold. And, boy, the women here sure wanted to

Mrs. Arnold’ part as well, especially when he knew his boss truly treated Patricia differently. Therefore, he naturally would want

there’s ice cream over there. You can give

would like something cool and refreshing when she was starting

the ice cream, but they all moved aside upon seeing her. “After you,

was rendered stumped for a second, for she had never received

opened the freezer door, took one out, and walked back to her seat

sitting down, Patricia commented while eating the ice cream, “Mr. Dorchester, I noticed everyone here’s super nice, and they

one of them was courteous to her and would even let her

soup, having nearly spat out the food in his mouth.

already think of you as the future Mrs. Arnold?!

cream. Not only was her lunch free, but it was also plentiful. Oh,

president’s office in a good mood and took

sure was different—soft and comfy. It felt